CHAPTER 355: CHAPTER 325: THREE SWORDS!

"Is the Primordial Spirit Realm truly so formidable that a single thought can wield such mighty power?"

Watching the Dianchuan Festival Envoy, Qi Xiu couldn’t help but become curious.

Just now, Gao Tianxiong had crushed a Spirit of Night Travel with one finger, a sight for all to witness, and he now admitted that he was indeed dead, and only a Primordial Spirit Idea was present.

"It was nothing more than a trick."

Hearing Qi Xiu’s muttered words to himself, Dongfang Qing explained with a smile, "Those Spirits of Night Travel seem to be on par with us of the Primordial Spirit Realm, but in reality, they are not. Though they have been granted the privilege to enter this realm through the summoning ceremony, they did not come in person, but used a descended body instead. Their strength is less than seventy percent. The Great Dao of Heaven and Earth’s suppression on them still exists. Moreover, our Military Governor here has cultivated not the common True Scripture Volumes..."

Slowly lifting his head, gazing at the towering figure formed by the Primordial Spirit Idea, Dongfang Qing slowly uttered a name. "’The Eternal Sands Holy Scripture.’"

Eyes shining with a strange light, Demon Buddha Xing E fixated on Gao Tianxiong’s Primordial Spirit Idea Incarnation and said, "It is said that this True Scripture was one of the three great True Scriptures of Taihuangtian, the greatest holy land of Ancient Times. Those who cultivate this True Scripture will have an extraordinarily condensed Primordial Spirit Idea, as if it were their True Body, and are able to sever the past, erasing their weaker periods, always remaining at their peak. Even if their True Body dies, the ’past’s’ power can still influence the present. Just like Gao Jiezhen is now. Using the Primordial Spirit Idea as a medium, he summons his peak self from the ’past.’ What this poor monk is saying is correct, right?"

With a single statement, Xing E revealed the reason why Gao Tianxiong, with just a grain of Primordial Spirit Idea, could crush the Spirit of Night Travel with a snap of his fingers.

Everyone who heard this marveled. There actually existed such a miraculous and mystical True Scripture Volume in the world, capable of utilizing the power of the "past" to influence the present. With such a text, whether one was dead or alive seemed to make no difference, since the ’past’ self would always exist.

"’The little monk is well-learned, indeed. I am now just a mark from the past. Once the power of this Primordial Spirit Idea is exhausted, it will dissipate.’" Gao Tianxiong candidly admitted he was merely a mark, as his eyes gradually began to burn with an intense gaze. "’However, this Military Governor will soon break through the barrier of death and return to the human world. This was thanks to the few Great Saints in that mountain. If they hadn’t unearthed that person’s burial clothes and tomb, the Nine Deaths Immortal Heavenly Skill might have been forever buried. This Military Governor would not have had another chance at life!’"

With a step that seemed to shake the heavens, Gao Tianxiong raised his arms high. Behind him, an intensely bright white light suddenly shone. Step by step, figures identical to him approached, revealing themselves as beings identical to him.

In an instant, 365 Gao Tianxiongs stood in the void above.

In that moment, the sky bloomed with brilliant colors, covering the sun. The eternal night curtain crafted by the Spirits of Night Travel was mercilessly torn apart. Countless darkness dissipated like whirling smoke, presenting a clear sky that had not been seen for a long time.

Warm, dazzling sunlight once again spread across the land.

Seeing Gao Tianxiong, who had summoned an entire 365 past selves, the Demonic Evil Cultivators were thoroughly petrified, fainting, vomiting, and soiling themselves. Were it not for the presence of Demon Buddha Xing E and the six Kings suppressing them, they would have long fled in panic.

"’The Buddha is compassionate, but it seems there will be no peaceful resolution today.’" Chanting a Buddha’s name, the blood-red Buddha Beads on Xing E’s chest suddenly glowed brightly. In an instant, blood light spread across the sky, overwhelming and chaotic, as if attempting to engulf the entire Dianchuan Province into an ocean of blood.

"’A peaceful resolution? From the moment you stepped into Dianchuan Province, it was destined there would be no return!’"

Above Qiong Tian, the 365 Gao Tianxiongs spoke simultaneously. Their commanding voices vibrated violently, a majestic authority that shook the Nine Heavens, forcing the surging waves of the Blood Sea below to rise tumultuously, creating waves thousands of feet high, roaring furiously.

With a slight cry, the Dianchuan Festival Envoy saw the 364 past selves next to him suddenly transform into pillars of dazzling light, like comets crashing into various positions across Dianchuan Province.

Seeing Gao Tianxiong make his move, Xing E’s eyelids lifted as he subconsciously prepared to intercept.

But Zhu Shanhe, who had been watching him from the side, laughed loudly, taking a large step. The sound of his footstep echoed for a million miles, as if a blazing sun prepared to exterminate all demonic and evil beings.

"’Little monk, you have some techniques, but others are no match for you. Come, let this King have a spar with you.’"

Scorched by Zhu Shanhe’s intense yang energy and billowing white smoke, Xing E became serious, taking out the Longsword wrapped in layers of cloth.

Zhu Shanhe!

The foremost among the Twelve Directives Enforcers of the Great Xuan Dynasty.

He was also the only non-royal King in all of Great Xuan, and his true strength was an enigma to all. In recorded history, at least three Demon Clan Great Saints were killed by him, two of whom were leaders of the Hundred Strong Great Clans. Therefore, his limit of strength has always been a closely watched subject by the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

However, Zhu Shanhe rarely made public appearances during times of peace, spending most years secluded within Xiangchu Province’s impregnable empire. The true extent of his strength remained a mystery!

At this moment, directly facing this non-royal King of Great Xuan, Xing E felt an infinite and boundless Extreme Yang and Unyielding Force, as if it were about to evaporate him alive. The middle-aged man in front of him simply laughed as he stepped forward. Yet, he gave the impression of treading upon Qiankun, shaking heaven and earth, enveloped by an unstoppable, incomparable, and irresistible terrifying force. Wherever he passed, vast swathes of the Blood Sea dried up and dissipated into nothingness.

CRACK—

A Buddha Bead on his chest suddenly cracked open with numerous fissures, and Xing E’s gaze grew slightly heavy. He could distinctly feel that Zhu Shanhe was currently like an unfathomably deep chasm of chaos, containing infinite and ultimate power. Just a burst of his vital energy seemed enough to crush thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. Moreover, judging from the relaxed smile on his face, he seemed to be taking this battle somewhat lightly.

"’To be able to battle with Your Honor is indeed a fortune for this humble monk. However, my Aptitude is dull, and I cannot compare to Your Honor’s commanding Cultivation, so I have to resort to using a Sword Instrument.’"

With a slight declaration, Xing E swiped his hand, and the cloth sealing his Longsword suddenly disintegrated bit by bit, revealing the true form of the Longsword within.

This was an ancient and simple-looking three-foot-long bronze sword, with blotches of rust large and small on the blade, as if it had been discarded for many years.

But the moment Xing E reached out and grabbed the sword, the blade quivered. A surge of terrifying Sword Intent arose, causing the Demon Buddha’s body to crumble inch by inch, with half of his body turning into a dark golden skeleton.

He took a deep breath and in an instant, his flesh was restored. A trace of astonishment could be seen in Xing E’s eyes.

Indeed, it was a Sword Instrument given by Mr. Li. Just the leaking vestige of its awakening was enough that his Primordial Spirit and flesh could not suppress it. If a Dao Body Realm cultivator were to be hit, they would likely be severely injured. Anyone below that realm would probably be shattered into powder upon contact, without any chance of restoration.

Holding the bronze sword, Xing E slowly lifted it. This sword seemed to weigh just about ten or so pounds, but holding it felt like carrying the weight of three mountains and five peaks. With every bit of elevation, its weight increased. Even Xing E, a Primordial Spirit Boss, felt a trace of difficulty grasping this sword.

Noticing the extraordinary nature of the sword in Xing E’s hand, Zhu Shanhe slowed down, curiously examining the ordinary-looking Longsword.

However, at that moment, Xing E made his move.

SWISH SWISH SWISH—

Without the slightest hesitation or delay, Xing E unleashed three sword strikes in quick succession.

Even when a lion fights a rabbit, it uses all its strength. Especially since the one before him was a tiger king standing proudly atop a mountain summit, looking down upon the world!

In an instant!

The sky and earth seemed to be a color palette violently twisted by an invisible hand, turning the bright world dim in a flash! The breathing of all living things seemed to stop at this moment; time and space appeared to be frozen in that instant of terror.

Three chilling Sword Qi burst forth from the void, like meteors streaking across the sky, bearing an unstoppable momentum, aiming straight for Zhu Shanhe! Every inch of the void trembled under the impact of the Sword Qi, like a fragile ice surface being mercilessly sliced by a scorching blade. Layer after layer of spatial barriers seemed incredibly thin before the Sword Qi, shattering into pieces. It was like a hot knife through cold butter, leaving twisted tracks behind. Wisps of a chaotic aura, both gray and colored, leaked from those broken gaps.

The three Sword Qi were like the dividing line between heaven and earth, their edges capable of destroying all things.

"’Good!’"

Facing these three extremely terrifying Sword Qi, Zhu Shanhe was not alarmed but rather delighted. He let out a loud cry, and a round sun abruptly rose behind him. Starlight and moonlight bowed down before it, and countless large stars rumbled in motion, as if a piece of the starry universe itself. With this starry sea above him, Zhu Shanhe seemed like the master of heaven and earth, overlooking the vicissitudes of time, majestic and too dazzling to look at directly.

He slowly extended one hand. Each gap between his fingers seemed to flow with the light of the Great Dao. For a moment, it was as if he held the entire world in his palm. Countless stars were born and extinguished there, unleashing infinite Dao Charm rules and dazzling radiance!

BOOM—

Like the explosive sound of the birth of heaven and earth, the three Sword Qi, suffused with a black, murderous aura, sped through the sea of stars, instantly cutting through all light, Dao principles, and stars.

Zhu Shanhe frowned slightly. In these three Sword Qi, he felt an ultimate purity of killing intent. That was a supremely pure intent to kill, like an irreversible rule, annihilating everything, even attempting to erode and kill his very origin along the path of the starlight.

"’Is there really someone in this world who could bring forth such power of the Sword Dao?’"

Zhu Shanhe could clearly sense that these three Sword Qi were not derived from some secret treasure or Divine Object, but purely from the Sword Dao! And aside from the extremely dense, heaven-slashing, earth-destroying terrifying killing intent, he also sensed a hint of laziness and scorn within.

It was as if... these three strikes were just a casual, unintentional swing from someone.

Could it be... That person? But that’s not right. If he were alive today, he would be tens of thousands of years old, and even a Primordial Spirit Boss couldn’t achieve that. Wait a second! Nine Deaths Immortal Heavenly Skill?! It’s him!