"Boom....."

Lin Wanqing's sword had already shattered.

Yet now, she grasped golden sword intent in her hand.

Nothing could withstand its edge!!

The manifested avatar of the Fusion Transcension mighty one descending from the sea of clouds had three fingers severed by Lin Wanqing's strike.

A sound like tearing silk suddenly echoed across ten thousand miles of sky.

It was returning, everything was returning.

Lin Wanqing seemed to be touching fragments of her past life's memories.

And the peerless Sword Dao that belonged to her.

Feng Liuli continued shouting, "Lin Wanqing, have you forgotten your great vow to stand side by side with Fanyue until white-haired silence?"

After a brief pause, Lin Wanqing declared loudly:

"Wanqing dares not forget for even a moment!!!"

As she spoke, the golden sword intent solidified into tangible form.

The Fusion Transcension mighty one finally noticed the key point.

His gaze turned toward Feng Liuli who kept shouting.

Why did Lin Wanqing's power increase every time Feng Liuli yelled?

And not just simple addition either.

But exponential multiplication.

The Fusion Transcension mighty one targeted Feng Liuli.

Yet just before he could act, an indifferent giant hand had already dragged Feng Liuli away.

"Thinking of escaping within my Dao Domain!"

Just a single strike.

A Fusion Transcension mighty one's attack within his own Dao Domain.

Li Xuanxiao's palms were covered with dense talisman patterns.

Four great shields of wind, fire, mountain and forest formed.

Yet they were shattered in an instant.

After seeing too many reckless fools face Fusion Transcension mighty ones.

Or monsters like Lu Ziyin whose talents defied reason at the Transformation Spirit stage.

Don't think you can do the same, unless you want to die.

Feng Liuli grabbed her senior brother to use as a buffer while swiftly dodging aside.

Li Xuanxiao spat out one incomprehensible word after another.

Everything was already prepared - only four final words remained.

Just as Li Xuanxiao's body began dissipating, the corpse suddenly erupted with extremely potent corpse poison!

The poison manifested as eerie white specks of light, devouring everything around them like ravenous locusts.

Wherever they passed, everything was instantly corroded into nothingness.

The residual power of the Fusion Transcension attack melted away under the corpse poison like snow under blazing sun.

"Cough cough~"

Feng Liuli lay on the ground, heart filled with lingering fear.

Thanks to senior brother's preparations - the gap to Fusion Transcension was truly heaven and earth!

After one strike came another.

But Lin Wanqing had already positioned herself before Feng Liuli, her sword intent surging forward.

"A mere Fusion Transcension, watch me cut you down with one sword!!"

Lin Wanqing swung her sword.

The lofty Fusion Transcension mighty one could already sense Lin Wanqing's sharp, invincible sword intent.

This wasn't something newly acquired - this sword had always belonged to her.

Behind Lin Wanqing, a manifested avatar condensed from golden sword intent.

The avatar's eyes were tightly shut, then suddenly opened to reveal brilliant pupils.

Its gaze locked onto the Fusion Transcension mighty one.

That single glance nearly destabilized his Dao Heart, stirring tsunamis in his heart's lake.

"You... you... just who are you!?"

The Fusion Transcension mighty one was terrified - this sword intent was unbelievable even for his level.

Could her true cultivation be the Dao Merging stage of Tribulation Transcension!?

Impossible!!

"IMPOSSIBLE!!"

The Fusion Transcension mighty one raised his other hand.

This time holding nothing back.

Endless rain curtains poured from the Dao Domain, as if to drown the entire world.

Each water droplet transformed mid-fall into sword-wielding Daoists.

Their blades glinted coldly like countless falling swords.

Looking up, the sight was truly awe-inspiring.

Lin Wanqing slowly raised her sword, the avatar behind her merging with her movements as it lifted its giant blade.

The sword tip pointed directly skyward - this simple gesture contained boundless power.

In that instant, sword qi surged upward like raging floodwaters.

The sword-wielding Daoists formed from raindrops were instantly vaporized into a canopy of sword light.

"AAAAAHHHH!!"

A howl of pain came from the heavens.

After stepping from Golden Core to Transformation Spirit in one stride.

Lin Wanqing took another step, borrowing the Fusion Transcension path.

Borrowing from future time, she temporarily manifested at the Fusion Transcension stage.

SLASH!!

Far away at Mount Shushan, Li Xuanxiao wiped sweat from his brow.

Damn, damn~

Before her sword strike even finished, Lin Wanqing collapsed unconscious.

By now, Li Xuanxiao's clone had vanished from the battlefield.

Feng Liuli tried calling Fanyue's name a few more times as senior brother had taught.

But Lin Wanqing showed no reaction - it seemed she had completely burned out.

"............"

Meanwhile in another Dao Domain.

Or rather, two Dao Domains.

Two Fusion Transcension mighty ones.

Lu Ziyin fought them both with sword in hand.

Sword against sword.

A Transformation Spirit cultivator's blade meeting Fusion Transcension strikes head-on.

The other mighty one named Yaoshan pulled a moon from his Dao Domain, transforming it into a thunder pool before hurling it at Lu Ziyin.

Lu Ziyin countered by shattering it into scattered rocks raining down.

Yaoshan stared at Lu Ziyin.

He'd only heard legends of Mount Shushan disciples' prowess.

Seeing it today, truly remarkable!!

Yet even such a Lu Ziyin paled in comparison to Xue Yun.

Who knew how many more peerless geniuses Mount Shushan would produce in coming years.

Leaving no room for other sects to survive.

"I genuinely wish to take you as my disciple - will you accept!"

Yaoshan valued talent too much.

Killing such a prodigy would be a true waste.

"Enough talk!"

Lu Ziyin's icy four-word reply.

"Fine!"

Yaoshan couldn't help feeling angered.

Again and again offering mercy.

If you refuse, don't blame me.

Yaoshan spread his palm, using essence blood as ink to inscribe ancient sword talismans.

Three thousand sword qi vortexes condensed in the sky.

Lu Ziyin drew a finger from his brow downward, a white light shooting from his crown.

"Sword Formation, activate!"

The sound of countless swords suddenly filled heaven and earth. Within a hundred zhang around Lu Ziyin, shattered sword intent madly reassembled into Mount Shushan's sword formation phantom.

A single man unleashing Mount Shushan's sword formation.

With himself as the center.

The other Fusion Transcension mighty one attacked simultaneously.

Countless chains tipped with bone-eroding yin lightning extended from the clouds.

Lu Ziyin fought one against two.

His heroic spirit soared.

Unavoidably recalling when Xue Yun returned to the mountain after slaying two Fusion Transcension demon kings.