Chapter 493: The Sword That Obliterated the Primordial Immortal

Near a destroyed crater on the Moon, a streak of golden light played a blurry holographic projection of Wang Sheng racing through crackling lightning and swinging his sword to unleash sword energy in crossing arcs. Ziyun, who was wrapped in immortal light, ran away from him with a storm of treasure radiance swirling around her. Each gesture filled the air with blinding light.

The two moved too quickly within the array. Huai Jing did his best to trace their movements, but his cultivation was far too shallow. He could only extract grainy and blurry images from the lingering light, and he often failed to keep up with the combatants.

Nameless stroked his beard as he sighed deeply. "Fei Yu's Lightning Flash really lives up to its name. He can use it nonstop."

Unable to hold back, Huai Jing muttered, "Feels like he is running an unlimited map-wide teleport kind of cheat."

𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Xi Lian laughed with a lazy charm beside him. When Huai Jing glanced her way, she pursed her lips. "Don't bother trying to learn it. Little Fei Yu told me that his technique requires heavenly tribulations to work.

In fact, he doesn't actually know any lightning technique. All that electricity is just the force of heavenly tribulation. He envelops himself in a layer of tribulation to travel through tribulation lightning. There is no real spellcasting involved, which is why the effect looks so absurd."

Huai Jing rubbed his hands. "

Heh,

so that heavenly tribulation part..."

"It's not something anyone can just learn."

"Alright, fine." Huai Jing scratched his head and kept watching. After a moment, he asked, "How did Fei Yu manage to win anyway? Sure, he has his Lightning Flash and an impressive Dao of the Sword, but their realms are leagues apart, and that woman is no weakling."

Xi Lian muttered, "Why is there no sound effect?"

"Big Sister, this type of art is just... well, like extracting an image stored in the earth. It's not actually like a movie."

"Oh? Not bad. Teach me later. If you want to know how Fei Yu won, just keep watching."

Xi Lian rolled her eyes and hooked her arm around Mu Wanxuan's. Mu Wanxuan unblinkingly stared at the images.

Fifteen to sixteen minutes into their battle, the female immortal struck her own chest and spat a mouthful of immortal blood, which she then suspended around her. Afterward, he rapidly wove hand signs and chanted incantations, unleashing her immortal power at full force.

The immortal art she unleashed was nearly no different from self-destruction, but it was brutally effective.

Hovering, she continued weaving hand signs. Soon, a storm of blood sand scoured every corner, making the array roar.

Wang Sheng's Lightning Flash lost its advantage. The moment he inevitably emerged from a lightning bolt, the blood sand wrapped around him, shredding his protective immortal light. It then tossed him about and scattered his tribulation cloud.

Ziyun herself fared poorly, but she forced herself to continue with the spell, intent on finishing him using this strategy that essentially harmed eight hundred to kill a thousand.

In response, Wang Sheng pushed back the blood sand with all the immortal power he could muster and, instead of charging at the woman for a final clash, fled toward the edge of the array. It looked completely wrong to the four watchers.

Did Wang Sheng misjudge the situation, or did he think that getting away from her would thin the blood sand?

Though Mu Wanxuan had just read the notes that Wang Sheng had left behind, she still held her breath, heart tightening. Her enchanted power surged in waves despite her effort to stay calm.

Wang Sheng reached the edge of the array, paused, and seemed to realize that the blood sand only grew thicker. He flew along the edge as fast as he could.

He even used a Lightning Flash, but the blood sand still swept over him the moment he emerged. Within the array's limited space, Ziyun's wide-range immortal art was essentially a natural counter to his escape technique.

He struggled for three minutes before the blood sand finally stilled. The woman then clutched her chest and burst into wild laughter in midair. Near the wall of the array, Wang Sheng lay on the ground covered in blood and shrouded in tangled crimson light, looking as if he had no strength left to fight.

His eyes stayed open. As he collapsed, he tilted his head back and stared at the blue planet.

***

Has Earth been destroyed?

In Wang Sheng's eyes, Earth seemed to have lost its blue and had drowned in blood red at the time. The crust split apart, and a fifth of the sphere shattered, drifting upward.

Yaoyun telepathically urged,

"Blood sand is imbued with hallucinogens. Wake up from the illusion!"

***

In the projection, Wang Sheng had only been lying still for a few seconds, yet Ziyun had already formed hundreds of beams. Her delicate beauty twisted into a snarl as she muttered curses. All the beams then shot toward Wang Sheng, intending to completely destroy his soul.

Even Huai Jing, who always thought Wang Sheng's heavenly fate was vast enough to shield him, could not help but knit his brow. For a moment, his expression tensed.

The instant the lights closed in, Wang Sheng's fingers trembled. A sweep of lightning crawled along the ground and cleaved sideways. He leaped into it.

However, Ziyun seemed to have prepared for it. She wove new hand signs, diverting the beams to the end of the ground-skimming lightning bolt.

Wang Sheng had barely flown two meters before dropping from the lightning and landing hard. He coughed and spat two mouthfuls of blood. Afterward, he wiped the blood away, grabbed a few alchemical pills wrapped in immortal light, and swallowed them. White and golden light enveloped him.

A hundred meters away, a grand display of exploding radiance scattered across the sky, like fireworks going off to celebrate some victory.

Huai Jing burst into laughter.

Wang Sheng steadily got back on his feet, mockery in his eyes. Blood-red mist curled around him. His long hair cascaded behind him as the pressure from the immortal power made shreds of his tattered Daoist robe flutter.

Surprised, Xi Lian blurted, "Where's Spiritless?"

Only then did Huai Jing and Mu Wanxuan notice that Spiritless was no longer in Wang Sheng's right hand. It was nowhere to be seen.

The sword cultivator stepped forward. Before the next wave of immortal light struck, a dozen bolts of lightning burst from around him. He used Lightning Flash once more.

The female immortal's eyes widened with fury. She hurled spell after spell at him, but he used Lightning Flash five consecutive times, forcibly closing the gap between them.

Just as everyone thought that Wang Sheng finally planned to face Ziyun head-on, the sixth Lightning Flash brought him past and above her. He grasped on empty air, and Spiritless turned into a streak of light and shot toward him from the far side of the array. As it unleashed sword radiance, the phantasm of an immortal in white shimmered on its blade like a dancer in midair.

Ziyun's eyes widened once more as she looked across the array, catching the traces of light stirring all over it. At that same instant, Wang Sheng made a gripping motion. A multicolored immortal light wrapped around Ziyun from where she had tried to dodge, dragging her straight back to the center of the array.

The array's walls of light dimmed. Right after, the seven-colored immortal light binding her revealed its true form: seven currents of spiritual power erupting from the ground like seven serpents, anchoring both her Immortal Body and her Primordial Spirit.

Spiritless returned to Wang Sheng's grasp, and the immortal's phantasm appeared behind him. His aura surged, immortal light overflowing from every inch of him.

The unity of man and sword!

He formed a sword finger with his left hand and raised it. Flying Haze appeared above, gathering multicolored qi swords in its wake. The array trembled as its walls shed immortal light.

Simultaneously, Wang Sheng descended on Ziyun, who refused to die without a fight despite already being caught in his trap. She struggled with all her strength, gathering her immortal power around herself and forcibly forming an oval crystal barrier.

But Spiritless fell like a storm. There was no sword phantasm, no sword radiance. There was only its blade and Wang Sheng, who launched follow-up attacks.

Empowered by the Pure Yang Sword Song, he walked on empty air using his Seven-Star Footwork and then went through every variation of his Seven-Star Sword Formation, leaving forty-nine phantasms around Ziyun.

In the blink of an eye, he had unleashed a barrage of sword strikes. Cracks spread across the barrier that the Primordial Immortal had formed with everything she had.

Wang Sheng pressed on with his assault. He traced the air with his sword finger and pulled Flying Haze down from above with his Sword-Controlling Art. Three thousand qi swords followed it, drawing nearly all the spiritual power from the array.

The qi swords fell like rain, their radiance swallowing Ziyun whole. The crystal barrier instantly shattered, then crumbled completely.

Ziyun could only widen her eyes, which reflected the hundreds of qi swords fanning out like a peacock's tail.

The phantasms converged. Just before the qi swords stabbed into her Immortal Body, sword radiance brighter than the stars cut through the battlefield. Spiritless pierced through her robe and heart meridian.

The qi swords struck. Wang Sheng floated back, watching the female intruder's final moments. He shook his head slightly.

As the immortal light withdrew, Yaoyun appeared on Spiritless in her small fairy form. Wang Sheng sat cross-legged at once, as though he found nothing worth celebrating about the battle he had just fought.

The light of the Buddhist sects' secret art flickered. Wang Sheng blurred, and the images disappeared.

Xi Lian quickly asked, "What happened?"

Huai Jing glanced at the glowing Buddhist swastika on his chest and then smiled helplessly. "I'm running out of time."

"What happened after that, though? Why did Little Fei Yu give chase?"

Huai Jing gritted his teeth and barely steadied his fading Buddhist power. The light projection accelerated as if someone had pushed a fast-forward button.

After sitting for a moment, Wang Sheng stood and searched the battlefield, which now looked identical to the four watchers' surroundings. As he did, a streak of blood light shot up from the center of the field.

Huai Jing paused the projection. It was faint, but they could see a bug with thin wings darting toward open space.

Wang Sheng froze but quickly gave chase. As soon as he took flight and saw the celestial bug moving too quickly to catch, he conjured several sword phantasms in midair and used them to write the message he had left. Afterward, he unleashed his Soaring Red Feathers, causing rainbow light to manifest the Golden Crow around him, and vanished into the horizon.

Staring at the dissolving projection, Xi Lian asked in surprise, "That woman survived

that

?"

Right after, Huai Jing dropped to the ground as the Buddhist swastika on his chest flashed violently.

"Big Sister, do not leave me here."

Xi Lian waved impatiently. "Yeah, yeah, go to sleep."

She would never abandon a companion, especially not the reincarnation of the Dragon-Subduing Arhat.

Huai Jing chuckled faintly. The golden light around him burst apart. The moment his Buddhist swastika vanished, he fell back and passed out.