When the tsunami came, Fu Yi had already left the matter of the descendants of Sanqing behind, which was a huge change, but it had little to do with her cultivation and strength. It is impossible to achieve the Great Dao by bloodline or life experience alone, and the reason for the improvement of one's enlightenment ultimately lies in one's own body.

She has long understood this truth, and her friends and fellow disciples around her have also understood it, so they have never felt special about their identity as disciples of the Wuxiang Sect, and many disciples of the Great Sect today are like this, only by putting aside external objects and precipitating themselves can they have a harvest that truly belongs to them.

The sea area became silent in the alternation of day and night, and in the end it was almost dead silence, the demon beasts that occasionally bounced on the beach were gone, and the sea beasts that surfaced from time to time to see the sun were also gone, and even the churning waves were nowhere to be found, as if sensing that the storm was coming, and everything on the sea hid.

She was the only one who was still waiting in the dead sea, even waiting for the storm to come. When the first whistling sound rolled in, Fuyi's mood was calmer than this sea area.

By the time the first wind swept into the sky, her dress and hair were already messy, but her feet seemed to have taken root in the sand, and her right hand was still holding Qiankun, unaffected by the aftermath of the storm.

The wind is formless and substantial, but it only rolls up dust, grass and seawater, so that you can see the wind like a long dragon surging and raging, close to the sea like a sharp cone, the higher you go, the wider it becomes, the sea water is swept into a cylinder shape by the wind, and the place where it meets the sky can already swallow the clouds.

Soon, the second and third wind whirlwinds also appeared, and in the blink of an eye, dozens or hundreds of circular water columns appeared between the sea and the sky, and the sand and gravel on the desert island trembled, attracted by the wind in the distance, and gradually formed small whirlpools.

In the chaos, only the clothes and swords stood still.

She became the only still life in this dynamic world, like a small tree connected to heaven and earth, seemingly weak, but in fact closely connected to heaven and earth, undisturbed by this tsunami. She didn't spend much energy to resist the power of the storm, and when her heart didn't move, the external force became nothing.

Her eyes shimmered with the light of the stars, shining on the whole world, and her state of mind was like an eternal Tao, which could accommodate the heavens and the earth, as well as the increasingly turbulent waves ahead.

At last, when the tsunami was at its most violent and the storm was at its most insolent, she had no distractions, no foreign intrusion, and only one thought remained: to cut the wind, to split the tsunami, to fight nature, to conquer this terrifying chaos.

Brushing her clothes and sword, Qiankun let out bursts of chanting in her hands, like a war song, which made her heart excited. The soul in the sword came from before the ancient flood famine, so that Qiankun gave birth to a momentum that seemed to be able to open the world and manipulate the life and death of the world, the sword light was still the white sword light, and the breath of the black fish had not changed, but the essence of the sword was completely different.

Whisk flew into the depths of the sea, allowing herself to skillfully merge in the wind, and when she saw a hurricane attacking her, she swung a sword with her right hand, and the sword dispelled the surrounding darkness in an instant.

From the surface of the sea, a huge white crescent rose up, wrapped in the breath of a black fish of the same origin as heaven and earth, wrapped in the power of the five elements of time and space and the Yuqing sword soul, and slashed towards the storm at a speed beyond the reach of the eye, and when the two were about to touch, the heavens and the earth trembled.

When the sword light slashed into the storm, the boom was deafening, and the impact of the origin power and the natural force finally brought this sea area into a state of rage.

The majestic water aura was enraged by the power of the sword, and the water columns rushed into the air and re-attacked in the direction where the flicker was, as if to form a natural cage to trap it, in order to punish her little foundation-building creature for not being able to compete with the force of nature.

In the past, the first reaction of the clothes would have been to rise to the challenge, rush to the most dangerous place with the sword, break through all obstacles with the light of the sword, and see all the obstacles collapse and dissipate under his sword, the feeling is simply refreshing and incomparable.

However, this time she didn't do that, she ignored the messy hair and dress, and sat on the gradually widening mist, her heart to the sky, her eyes seemed to be staring into the distance, but her gaze was very scattered, not concentrated in a certain place, or not at all to focus on the surroundings, but to look at the void that was farther away in space and time.

She seemed to see that the Yuqing Sword Soul was once a hazy ball of light, which could be both infinitely large and shrink to tens of thousands of times smaller than a speck of dust. This ball of light can destroy the heavens and the earth, but it also has the power to awaken living beings.

This is not only a killing machine, but also a vitality, a fusion of the best and the worst, the illusory and the real.

She seemed to see that this light had turned into a thousand kinds of weapons, bows, arrows, spears, swords, rings, and even new magic weapons that could be easily condensed and formed at a casual glance. All this is only found in an instant, or in the face of this ball of light, time is no longer in effect, and an instant is eternal.

So Fu Yi also saw that the light turned into a different kind of living beings, turned into different spiritual plants, condensed into a series of mineral veins and spiritual veins, the light dragged its long tail to form a high mountain, gathered a piece of rivers, lakes and seas, and the stars scattered by the light turned into swimming fish and gravel, enlivening the whole world.

Eventually, the light dissolved into an entire world, and then the world spread out into countless points of light, gathering into a giant sword under her seemingly real and false "gaze".

This giant sword is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, the sword body is hidden in the cold light flowing, the blade is sharp, the whole body is silver-white, and the top of the hilt is slightly bent down to create two flat silver arcs, just like two fishtails. That's exactly what Qiankun looks like.

Fuyi's heart shook violently, watching this light go through the vicissitudes of life, turn into all things, and then condense into her natal sword phantom, and finally merge with the real Qiankun, but there is no trace of fusion between the two, as if they were born as one.

In the chaos of the sea, she seemed to have sat quietly for a lifetime, but in fact, it was only a short moment.

The flick flew up, and the mist followed, swinging the universe farther into the air as she leaped to the highest point.

The silver two fishtails emitted an astonishing light in the dimness brought by the storm, and the sword light slowly burst out of the sword body like wisps of thread, and then, the light condensed into a pillar of light, and then condensed into a circle that covered the sky and the sun.

The circle occupies a large area of the sky, and then splits in two in the middle by a curve, forming two swimming fish with heads and tails, slowly turning in a canopy that is larger than the sea.

The flicker fell downward, her feet on the mist that came to meet her, and when she and the flying sword were firmly anchored in the sky, under the light of the huge Pisces sword, she realized that the storm had stopped.

The hurricane and the column of water that were still sweeping towards her just now were gone, the wind of the wild waves had stopped, and the sea was quiet, obedient as a tamed spirit pet. In the sky, the light of the Pisces sword exuded an aura of subjugation to all things in all directions, and the noisy sea area was silent, and even high-level sea beasts did not dare to reach out to see what was going on outside.