CHAPTER 78: CHAPTER 78: BATTLING THE TRANSCENDENT REALM MARTIAL ARTIST_1

Underneath a cliff, Qin Wudao sat cross-legged, circulating the "Chaos Heavenly Scripture". The area around him was filled with energy beads, which transformed into countless strands of pure Spiritual Energy, enhancing his cultivation.

Five days had passed since he entered the Ghost Tomb relic!

Within these five days, he had slain sixty thousand ghost creatures, accumulating enough energy beads to attempt a breakthrough to the late stage of the Nirvana Realm!

BOOM!

After six hours, the Spiritual Energy within the energy beads was completely consumed.

A formidable and unparalleled aura erupted from within Qin Wudao, stirring the very air. The golden light emanating from him altered the appearance of the sky, visible for dozens of miles around.

Late-stage Nirvana Realm. Breakthrough!

Someone’s here?

Thirty miles away, a black skeletal ghost creature wielding a bone axe was leading tens of thousands of ordinary ghost creatures, searching the vast relic. Suddenly sensing Qin Wudao’s breakthrough aura, it charged forward without hesitation.

My strength has increased severalfold compared to before! Qin Wudao opened his eyes and clenched his fists. He felt a vast energy surging within his limbs and meridians, a power capable of annihilating everything if unleashed.

Of course, this is just the typical illusion of omnipotence one feels after a breakthrough.

After adjusting to his newfound power, Qin Wudao’s gaze sharpened as he looked out from the cliff. He sensed a formidable aura rapidly approaching.

Moreover, there were many ordinary auras as well.

"Hmm, ghost creatures delivering themselves to my doorstep right after my breakthrough?" Qin Wudao let out a cold chuckle. "Perfect, I’ll test out my late-stage Nirvana Realm strength!"

His figure flickered as he took the initiative to attack, his aura erupting—as solid as mountains and as vast as oceans, spanning thousands of miles across the sky.

The charging black skeletal ghost creature stopped in its tracks, looking up at the sky, its eyes glowing with a blood-red light. Thick black smoke billowed from the bone axe in its hand, mixed with a sharp power, as if it could tear apart heaven and earth and annihilate any enemy it encountered.

"Battle!" the ghost creature roared lowly. It stomped the ground, creating a pit dozens of feet wide. Its imposing figure shot into the sky like a cannonball, reappearing thousands of feet away in an instant, brandishing the bone axe with both hands.

A black wave of axe Qi, tens of thousands of feet long, appeared high in the sky, tearing the Void apart.

"Sword, come!" Qin Wudao’s figure manifested, his expression somewhat solemn. This was his first battle against a Transcendent Realm Martial Artist, and he dared not be careless.

A golden Sword Qi, a thousand feet long, manifested. Imbued with Sword Intent, it instantly blanketed the sky, sweeping away everything in its path.

This sword strike was exceptionally pure, embodying all his power.

"Go!" Qin Wudao roared, slashing down fiercely with the Xuanyuan Sword. The thousand-foot-long golden Sword Qi descended with it.

BOOM!

The sword and axe violently collided, creating a colossal sound. The resulting shockwaves made the Void violently turbulent, and their effects spread throughout the entire relic in an instant.

Everyone could sense the aura of the battle.

"Who is fighting, causing such a massive commotion?"

A hundred miles away, a long spear, moving like a dragon, pierced through ten peak Nirvana Realm ghost creatures. Nie Shaofeng wiped the sweat from his forehead and gazed at the distant sky, his heart still pounding with trepidation.

Even across the vast distance, he could sense the suffocating danger.

If I were one of those in battle... I’d be annihilated! Utterly powerless to retaliate!

"No, I must also go into seclusion!" he resolved. "Otherwise, if I encounter the victor of this battle, I’m undoubtedly dead!"

Nie Shaofeng picked up the energy beads, chose a direction, and vanished into the gray fog.

He realized that even among peerless talents, there could be vast differences in strength!

Perched on a rotten ancient tree, Lin Jiewen let out a sinister sneer. "I didn’t expect such a formidable genius to be found on the remote Nine Great Islands. However, this is good. After all, in the end, everything will be mine..." His once clear eyes now held a profound world-weariness, and an aura forged through countless slaughters emanated from him, making the surrounding Void chillingly murderous.

Such an aura was not something a young man should possess! It was bizarre, mysterious!

"The main consciousness is about to awaken. What a nuisance. I need to resolve this quickly..." he muttered, his brow furrowing.

But in the next instant, Lin Jiewen’s brow tightened. He leaped down from the ancient tree, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

The ancient, world-weary aura began to fade.

In its place, a youthful, vibrant energy emerged!

Two minutes later, Lin Jiewen opened his eyes, a hint of confusion on his face. He scratched his head, not dwelling on it. "Huh? Did I go into a trance again?"

However, upon sensing the powerful energy fluctuations from afar, his eyes widened, and he bellowed in shock, "Such intense battle fluctuations! That must be Transcendent Realm power! Could it be that someone from the younger generation has already broken through to the Transcendent Realm? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I am the most outstanding one!"

Lin Jiewen’s expression shifted rapidly, finally settling on raw jealousy and undisguised killing intent.

This was perhaps a common flaw in all living beings: an unwillingness to admit that others might be more outstanding. And when encountering someone superior, the first thought was often destruction!

Elsewhere in the Void, Zhang Yangtian held a Dao Mansion disciple in his grip. With a slight exertion of force, the disciple exploded into a mist of blood.

"Transcendent Realm energy fluctuations... It seems the one fighting is Qin Wudao," Zhang Yangtian mused. He calmly took a silk handkerchief from his robes, wiped the blood from his hand, and glanced towards the distant battle. A sinister smile spread across his face. His figure flickered, and he resumed his hunt for prey.

Meanwhile, high above the Wuling Domain, on the resplendent Qianlong Ranking, the name listed in third place vanished.

Although Qin Wudao’s displayed combat strength is interesting, it’s not worth my concern, Zhang Yangtian thought. Just a Transcendent Realm Martial Artist! I’ve killed them before. Quite a few, in fact! What interests me now is hunting down chosen ones to seize more Fortune, and incidentally, killing some ghost creatures for their energy beads.

On the battlefield, Qin Wudao soared into the sky.

"DIE!"

His Xuanyuan Sword effortlessly severed the Black Skeleton Ghost Creature’s bone axe, and the descending Sword Qi simultaneously shattered the creature’s axe Qi.

"ROAR! This is impossible!" the ghost creature shrieked.

Ghost creatures possessed sentience; the higher their rank, the greater their intelligence. This Black Skeleton Ghost Creature, at the Transcendent Realm, was no less intelligent than humans. It understood fear and, even more so, dreaded death.

Seeing its shattered bone axe and the relentlessly advancing Xuanyuan Sword, it let out a terrified shriek, desperate to flee.

But clearly, it was too late.

The sword moved like the wind, its power as sudden as a squall!

Under the Black Skeleton Ghost Creature’s despairing gaze, the Xuanyuan Sword pierced its body. Overwhelming sword light erupted, completely obliterating its life force and reducing it to wisps of black smoke.

A Transcendent Realm ghost creature—dead!

Against him, it had lasted but a single exchange!

"Not bad." A slight smile touched Qin Wudao’s lips as he observed the energy bead before him. It was about the size of a fist, yet the energy it contained was even denser than that of a top-grade Spirit Stone.

He collected the energy bead and then turned his gaze towards the army of ghost creatures, his smile vanishing.

Innumerable streams of Sword Qi shot out from his hand, forming a veritable river of swords that flowed through the Void and surged into the ranks of the ghost creature army.

The countless ghost creatures were annihilated, perishing without a single cry escaping them.