The Forbidden Path to Immortality - Chapter 117

Chapter 5 Devouring

Li Xun didn’t transform into a blood-shadow demon form; after all, fighting in human form was more his style. Even so, his speed had already reached 70% to 80% of his blood-shadow demon form. Taking advantage of Yun Xing’s pause in regulating his energy and blood, he silently charged forward.

Only close combat could effectively limit Yun Xing’s use of the Forbidden Star River Technique and resolve the battle as quickly as possible.

He understood, and Yun Xing understood as well.

After the previous exchange, Yun Xing was deeply wary of Li Xun’s speed and naturally didn’t want to be close to him.

Seeing the figure approaching, Yun Xing let out a low cry and, with a clanging sound, half of the Broken Army Immortal Sword was pulled free. It was unknown what technique he employed, but the remaining blade shone brightly. Wherever the sword reached, a fierce sword energy like a blazing sun swept across the body, leaving no corner untouched.

Li Xun groaned, feeling a prickling sensation all over his body, unable to even open his eyelids. And the further he thrust forward, the more intense the pain became.

Li Xun knew full well that Yunxing had clearly devised a strategy to counter him, a far cry from his previous unprepared situation.

Unable to advance further, Li Xun faltered, then launched back into the air. Yunxing then unleashed his sword, a clang that resonated like thunder in Li Xun’s ears.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly grew a hundredfold heavier with the sound. While it failed to pin Li Xun down, it did cause him to pause slightly, as the sharp sword energy from below snarled down.

Apart from the few blows on the Gathering Star Platform, this was Li Xun’s first direct confrontation since entering the True Person Realm. Yet, he had never expected to be at a disadvantage from the outset.

Furthermore, he vaguely sensed that his own cultivation techniques were lacking. His surging true energy was somehow stagnant, unable to flow smoothly and smoothly.

At this point, Li Xun finally understood the gap between him and Yun Xing. With the sharp sword energy already bearing down on him, he could only exhale and chant. A single, unreserved burst of true energy erupted, a surge of air, forcibly breaking free from the surrounding pressure and meeting the sword’s radiance.

Li Xun took a deep breath and extended his fingers, their tips tinged with blood. A dim, bloody light emanated from them.

This move fell under the rubble of the Blood God Tribulation Finger, but in the realm of remote attack, it was also known as the “Blood Tribulation Erosion of the Soul Light.”

This Blood Tribulation Erosion of the Soul Light was a form of true energy energy specifically designed to erode a person’s vital energy, drawing upon his own blood essence to draw forth evil spirits and demonic spirits. While truly powerful, Li Xun had only recently cultivated the Blood God Son and had yet to gather and refine any evil spirits, so the Erosion of the Soul Light could only unleash 40% to 50% of its power.

Even so, a flash of blood passed, and the approaching sword light vanished silently.

However, as soon as the sword’s light vanished, Li Xun’s heart sank, a profoundly ominous feeling forming.

He stood in the void, seemingly unsupported, yet constantly interacting with the external vital energy. But the moment the sword energy vanished, he distinctly felt a mechanism in the void, activated by the eroding spirit light, swallowing the external vital energy like an invisible maw, vanishing instantly.

In the blink of an eye, Li Xun felt as if he had fallen into a void of nothingness, feeling light and powerless, all connection to the outside world severed.

Regardless of the differences in cultivation methods, cultivators who have reached a certain level of mastery, a stage similar to the Void Infant stage, invariably maintain a constant exchange with the external vital energy. Over the years, this has naturally fostered a relative state of equilibrium.

But now, with his external vital energy completely drained, his internal and external balance was unbalanced. Li Xun nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. Had his internal meridians not been completely dissolved, he would have been seriously injured.

This feeling of being plunged into a vacuum lasted only a moment, as if the attack had taken a heavy toll on Yun Xing.

Just as everything was returning to normal, the shock of the internal and external imbalance naturally struck again, and Li Xun finally couldn’t help but cough up blood.

Yun Xing’s Immortal Sword of Broken Army hummed and vibrated, taking advantage of Li Xun’s coughing up blood. Sword energy pierced the air, storming down like a torrential rain, seizing the initiative.

Li Xun was momentarily breathless and could only struggle to resist. However, after barely blocking the first wave, he sensed that things were taking a turn for the worse.

The Xingji Sword Sect’s sword techniques were not known for their sheer power, but rather for their principle of “stars entering the sword, swords transforming into celestial stars,” striving to deduce the transformations of the celestial stars and align with the laws of nature.

Li Xun failed to intercept Yun Xing’s sword technique changes in time, allowing him to unleash his full power. This was already a disaster, but he was also trapped within the galaxy, drawn in by Yun Xing’s sword force. The surging star power within the galaxy rose and fell with the sword’s force, undulating and ebbing. After a few rounds of this, a massive vortex was formed, trapping Li Xun within it.

With the three advantages of timing, location, and people completely lost, it would be a miracle if he could recover in such a short time.

In Li Xun’s perception, Yun Xing seemed to have melted into the vast sword energy. His vibrant energy merged with the sword energy and blended seamlessly with the surrounding star power, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other and making it impossible for him to accurately locate his target.

Despite this disadvantage, Li Xun gritted his teeth and glanced across the river. If the situation had not allowed it, he would have cursed loudly, “You fool!”

Perhaps he truly felt Li Xun’s anger, or perhaps he had finally figured it out. Even as Li Xun cursed inwardly, Bi Su took a deep breath, pointed his sword tip diagonally into the void, and then moved in a mysterious trajectory until it pointed somewhere across the river.

Then, with a muffled roar, the point where the sword pointed vibrated violently, and the invisible but tangible shockwaves spread silently like ripples on water, though not creating a wave.

The strike was not powerful, but it struck the juncture where Yun Xing’s sword energy shifted and the galaxy’s movement shifted.

Li Xun, caught in the middle of it, felt it most clearly. He was already feeling the pressure from all around him, and Bi Su’s strike instantly opened a path for him to escape.

Li Xun did not dare to delay, his figure transformed into a rainbow, and he shot out.

Yun Xing’s figure flashed in the air, and the Immortal Sword of Pojun also slashed across the sky. The blade trembled with a buzzing sound, and the crystal light flew, making it almost impossible to see the blade. In his haste, Li Xun saw only a hazy streak of light slashing across, predicting his attack with pinpoint accuracy.

Li Xun didn’t see Yun Xing’s sword strike as anything remarkable, but its precision and speed compelled him to block it head-on.

Worse still, the opponent’s sword was sharp. Previously, on the Gathering Star Platform, Li Xun had already been lacerated twice, his fingers and chest. He didn’t have the confidence to face the sharp edge of the Broken Army again—especially with such a vibrating blade, which could potentially shred his limbs to pieces!

As the sword flashed towards him, Li Xun’s eyes fixed, and a streak of green light shot out from behind his shoulder, accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound of metal clashing. It sounded like a single sound, but in reality, the two swords had clashed at least a thousand times in an instant, their impact points remaining unchanged.

Thank goodness, he had been discovered, and hadn’t had time to change his gear, so he had the Green Jade Sword to use. Otherwise, his situation would have been dire.

Taking advantage of the gap between the two swords’ clash, Li Xun increased his speed, practically brushing against Yun Xing’s back.

Their protective Qi clashed violently, creating a blinding flash of lightning in the dim sky. Li Xun suppressed the turbulence of his Qi, retracted his jade sword, and then, just as their bodies collided, delivered an elbow strike.

Yunxing also shifted, as if trying to evade, but another muffled roar echoed from the other side of the river. Yunxing’s body faltered again, making it impossible to avoid Li Xun’s blow. Bones cracked in his shoulders and back, and the burning blood energy surged into him like a vicious beast, devouring his vital energy.

In an instant, the color drained from Yunxing’s face, then flushed crimson again. His sword grip remained unwavering. First, a single blow forced Li Xun back several inches, then he let out a sharp, long roar—

“One mistake is enough, how can we do it again!”

He was answered by the whistling sound of sword energy across the river. Then, Bi Su’s slightly plump form rushed over like a mad bull, slashing at the back of Yunxing’s head.

However, this strike was more a venting of uncontrollable emotion than a murderous act, devouring all skill. Yunxing, wounded, easily dodged it. The surging sword light merely split the rock wall behind him in two, sending large chunks of rock flaking off with a mighty roar.

Li Xun could clearly see that the muscles on Bisu’s face were twisted beyond recognition, a look of ruthlessness and brutality evident. After his first strike failed, he launched another 17 or 18 consecutive strikes, wishing he could use the sword like a knife and hack Yunxing to pieces in one fell swoop.

“You’re fucking crazy!”

Bisu’s frenzied attack not only failed to kill Yunxing, but also forced Li Xun to lose his footing. He dodged repeatedly, avoiding the turbulent flow of star energy caused by his swift sword strikes. Li Xun finally couldn’t help but curse, “Coward! If you want to die, don’t drag me down!”

After hearing Li Xun’s scolding, Bisu seemed to regain some consciousness, a grim smile on his face: “Too late, too late! They’re coming!”

They? Tianyuan Weng? Li Xunfang was startled for a moment, then felt as if a basin of icy water had been poured down his head, chilling his entire spine and penetrating his bones. It wasn’t just Tianyuan Weng, but even Li Douliang and Qingming might be among them!

Bi Su, after a bitter laugh, unleashed another wave of frantic swordplay.

In this state of mind, his attacks were completely unorganized, simply letting the surging sword energy shatter countless rocks on the mountain walls on both sides of the river. Judging from the situation, if this guy couldn’t kill Yunxing in less than twenty strikes, he might just turn around and cut his own neck!

Yunxing, caught in the sword energy, remained steady despite the severe damage to his shoulder and back, clearly holding his ground and waiting for help.

This meant that Yunxing no longer cared about his brotherhood or the sect’s reputation, but was simply waiting for Tianyuan Weng to arrive and clean up the mess.

Li Xun stared at the scene in amazement, his mind suddenly blank, his hands and feet cold.

Precious time was slipping away.

Bisu was already at the end of his rope. Though his sword energy remained potent, even the now utterly distraught Li Xun could see that a single strike from Yunxing would doom Bisu.

However, Yunxing simply pursed his lips, shielding himself like a fortress, and watched coldly as Bisu descended into madness.

“Delaying action will only lead to chaos! Are you still greedy?”

Familiar words suddenly reached Li Xun’s ears. He stiffened, but forced himself not to turn back.

It was Yin Sanren who spoke.

She didn’t reveal herself, but whispered in Li Xun’s ear like a ghost.

Strangely, the moment her voice rang out, his panic subsided. Bisu’s shouting, nearby, seemed to recede, allowing him to consider Yin Sanren’s meaning with relative composure.

“Am I greedy?”

“You little bug, you almost monopolized the world’s benefits, yet you refused to give up even a tiny bit, and that’s why you were crushed to death. You always rack your brains, wishing you could take all the benefits, but don’t forget that human power is limited. Even

someone like Zhong Yin couldn’t protect Qing Yin, right?” Yin Sanren spoke very quickly, finishing this long paragraph in the time it would normally take her to say a dozen words. It was rare for her to enunciate each

word clearly, allowing Li Xun to hear it all. This made Li Xun realize that time was running out and he had no choice.

Li Xun gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stop thinking about future events and instead shifting his gaze to Bi Su.

Bi Su was on the verge of collapse, ready to collapse at any moment. Seeing him like this, Li Xun suddenly realized something.

This guy, clearly a True Person Realm expert, couldn’t even exert even 10% of his strength right now. Wasn’t this the epitome of being crushed by the burden in his heart?

He clearly had other options.

At this thought, Li Xun seemed to have a sudden realization. He whispered, “Okay, I’ll listen to you. But even if it means sacrificing one’s own life, it should be done after risking one’s life, right?”

Even if the two had no connection, they were still connected. Yin Sanren chuckled softly, but didn’t respond. Instead, he gave Li Xun a gentle push from behind.

Seizing the opportunity, Li Xun dodged and instantly arrived behind Bi Su.

The man seemed completely stunned; he didn’t react at all, allowing Li Xun to lock him up by the scruff of his neck. His true energy seeped in, and the intense pain made his body tremble. At that moment, Li Xun shouted into his ear, “As long as there’s life, there’s hope. Let’s go!”

He didn’t know if these uninspired words had any effect. But the loud noise startled Bi Su again, and he knew to look back, his eyes completely unfocused.

Seeing this, Li Xun knew that this guy’s spiritual perception, clouded by his inner demons, would be impossible to recover anytime soon.

But this was perfect!

Li Xun gave a push, and the two figures were pulled over Yunxing’s head, flying past. Yunxing hadn’t expected Li Xun to do such a thing at this time, but after a moment’s hesitation, he switched his energy, switching from defense to offense, and chased after him with his sword.

However, as he moved, he suddenly heard a scream in his ears. Looking up, he saw Bi Su, who had just been pulled away, spitting blood and falling back, stuck in the path of his sword. If he didn’t reduce his strength, he would definitely cut Bi Su in two with one blow.

“Shameless!”

Yunxing suddenly woke up, but he was helpless against Li Xun’s move. He pulled back his sword with all his might, and his body stopped, then grabbed Bi Su again.

He was also cautious. As soon as his fingers touched Bisu, he released several streams of true energy, first controlling the meridians and then examining the internal injuries.

Upon probing, Yunxing’s brow furrowed.

Li Xun’s attack was truly ruthless. He pushed Bisu back with a palm strike, taking advantage of his moment of confusion and using his blood-burning energy to forcefully destroy Bisu’s internal organs, yet leaving him with a glimmer of hope that Yunxing couldn’t abandon.

After this delay, when Yunxing looked up again, Li Xun was no longer visible in the sky. Bisu in his arms was coughing violently, gushing out large mouthfuls of blood, staining his chest with blood and even emitting a faint blood-colored smoke, burning like boiling oil, a terrifying sight.

“If I had known this would happen, why did I do it in the first place?”

Yunxing sighed and fell to the ground, holding Bisu.

He had given up the idea of chasing Li Xun and only tried his best to balance Bi Su’s aura. He estimated that Tian Yuan Weng and his group would arrive soon, and by then Bi Su’s life should be saved. Perhaps he could also learn the secrets behind this matter from Bi Su.

At that moment, his ears twitched, catching a faint sound like falling rocks. The area had been ravaged by Bisu’s swift sword strikes, so rockfall was normal. But Yunxing, with his clear Dao heart, instinctively sensed something odd.

However, the moment he shifted his attention to the rock face, a blinding burst of blood erupted from Bisu’s chest.

Right before Yunxing’s eyes, his chest cracked with a crackling sound, and a shadow of blood shot out from his heart, striking Yunxing in the face.

In that instant, Bisu’s remaining vitality was drained away, even his spirit instantly disintegrating, vanishing.

A blood nightmare? Despicable!

Yunxing barely had time to think this before he instinctively moved backward.

However, his clear Dao heart stopped him. With the blood nightmare within striking distance of his face, he let out a sharp roar, and a powerful wave of sound erupted, scattering the blood nightmare to pieces.

Before he could rejoice at having seen through the Blood Nightmare’s superficial strength, a surprised gasp reached his ears.

But even before that exclamation, a chill had already struck him from behind. Though Yunxing couldn’t see it with his own eyes, he could use his psychic senses to reconstruct the image behind him.

It must have been a slender hand, sweeping through the air and piercing his back. The protective energy shimmered as it sensed the external force.

However, the energy emanating from the hand shifted between yin and yang, changing in an instant. There was hardly any direct impact, it was completely dissipated. The palm power brushed against the protective energy like hot soup poured on snow, instantly shattering it. The tip of the finger even pierced the clothing on his back.

Yunxing grunted, and the Pojun Immortal Sword transformed into a brilliant light, swirling around him as if possessed by spirit. The sword’s light attracted the powerful external star energy, instantly forming a barrier of thorns on his skin.

Another soft exclamation echoed in his ears. The man behind him was finally slightly blunted by the sharp edge of the Broken Army Immortal Sword, and his fingers retracted slightly before stabbing out again.

This gave him room to escape.

Yun Xing couldn’t help but feel fortunate that he hadn’t been startled back by the Blood Nightmare before, otherwise,

he wouldn’t have been able to escape even with this tiny sliver of space. The thought flashed through his mind, and he had already rushed to the side. He

had only moved a few feet when the sound reached his ears for the third time.

This time, it was a clear, cold snort.

The snort itself was nothing, but the moment it faded, a chill ran through his body. The sound of the Qingcang River faded away in an instant, and in that moment, his entire soul was pulled out, thrown into a vast world by an indescribable force.

Here, he seemed to see the distant sky, soaring with the wind, crimson clouds like a fortress, and a violent wind howling, as if to tear him to pieces.

Yunxing spat out a mouthful of blood, but it was this very blood that freed him from the terrifying illusion.

He quickly realized that he had been locked in the divine consciousness of a supreme master, causing his spiritual core to vibrate, resulting in all these hallucinations. What puzzled him was that the person behind him might even surpass the sect master, Tianyuan Weng… Which True One Grandmaster had arrived?

Despite his doubts and facing an extremely dire situation, Yunxing’s resolve remained unwavering. He gritted his teeth, twisting his body, which had been slightly stiffened by the pressure. The Pojun Immortal Sword vibrated with a humming sound. In the blink of an eye, he slashed eight times in a row, leaving an equal number of cold light trails in the air.

“Eight Formation Formation?”

A low whisper echoed, and the star energy within a radius of several miles erupted in waves of abnormal vibrations, violently converging inwards along the path of the Pojun Immortal Sword’s slashes.

In an instant, eight jade-colored pillars of light appeared three feet around Yunxing, swirling around him.

Centered on the Eight Pillars, surging star power surged like the silent yet ever-changing undercurrent of the ocean, counteracting, distorting, and disintegrating all external forces.

The ensuing murderous intent merely caused a momentary jolt during the initial formation of the Eight Diagrams, then ceased to pose a threat. Meanwhile, Yun Xing, having stabilized his position, had just found a moment to glance back at the Zhenyi Grandmaster who had the nerve to attack from behind.

The sight inevitably shocked him.

“Yin Sanren!”

With a flick of his whisk, Yin Sanren didn’t immediately attack again, merely sighing with deep emotion: “If it weren’t for the galaxy, how would you have the chance to create this Eight Diagrams?”

Yun Xing held his sword to his chest, protected by the Eight Diagrams, pursed his lips and remained silent, his mind racing with thoughts.

For decades, Yin Sanren, seemingly unseen, had suddenly appeared within the galaxy, apparently traveling along the same path as Li Xun. He even disregarded his status to attack a junior disciple… What was going on?

Seeing Yunxing’s silence, Yin Sanren smiled faintly. Just as he was about to speak, a sudden realization struck him, and he glanced back. “Tsk, how quick!”

Before he could finish his words, the whisk at his arm soared into the air. Three thousand silver threads, like a brush, traced intricate, interwoven paths across the hazy night sky.

As the whisk danced up and down, Yunxing’s heart inevitably raced. He vaguely sensed a wave of breathtaking power embedded in these intertwining paths of reality and illusion. As soon as this thought crossed his mind, the whisk’s frantic dance in the air had completed its final stroke.

For no apparent reason, Yunxing felt his scalp tingle. Deep in his ears, a long, distant, desolate chant echoed directly into his head.

In an instant, the chant suddenly spread, and wind and thunder roared, as if dozens of thunder bombs had exploded in his mind. The combined forces sent blood splattering from all seven of Yunxing’s orifices, and he fell backward. From beginning to end, he could not understand how he had been struck.

A moment later, in the distant sky, a streak of pale purple sword light pierced the air like a falling star.

The sword’s light resonated with the air, yet the sound strangely descended from a height, gradually becoming deeper.

It was this deep sound, piercing the space between heaven and earth, that caused the mountains and rivers to hum in resonance, as if drawing the spiritual energy of the Three Enclosures, Seven Peaks, Nine Lakes, and Three Rivers within the galaxy to converge upon the sword’s edge.

Despite being dozens of miles apart, Yin Sanren could sense the irresistible edge. Her brows furrowed slightly, then curled her lips in disdain. With one final flick of the whisk in her hand, a faint whistling sound pierced the air, and it gently rested against her arm.

As Yun Xing fell, eight pillars of jade-colored light resonated in unison, neutralizing a wave of external forces. However, without Yun Xing’s control, the Eight Diagrams, though not immediately broken, became disrupted by Yin Sanren’s final flick.

In this brief gap, Yin Sanren strolled into the turbulent flow of star power and reached out to take Yunxing’s life.

Three steps away from Yunxing, Yin Sanren only needed to reach out her hand to cut off Yunxing’s head. She did reach out her hand, but before the sharp true energy was about to cut Yunxing’s throat, she heard the sound of a drop of water dripping.

This is the bank of the Qingcang River, and the rumbling sound of water has always been the mainstream. However, Yin Sanren heard it clearly. This sound was the purest sound of a drop of water falling, which could only be heard in the depths of a deep and silent cave.

The next moment, this drop of water turned into an ocean with turbulent winds and clouds, and raging waves. In a trance, it poured down for thousands of miles and poured directly into the galaxy.

“Eight Methods of Sea Calming, Li Douliang!”

Yin Sanren froze, and in that moment of hesitation, the void above him cracked, and a pale purple sword beam pierced down, barely brushing Yin Sanren’s feet before piercing the ground.

The entire Qingcang River seemed to tremble, and the already somewhat chaotic Eight Formation Diagram suddenly regained vitality. Within the jade-white beam of light, faint purple streaks even shone through, a magnificent and dazzling display.

Yunxing groaned softly as a rich astral energy surged through him, instantly purifying his meridians and giving him strength.

He gripped the Broken Army Immortal Sword tightly, using it to support himself as he stood somewhat awkwardly. The Eight Formation Diagram hummed softly, and tens of thousands of energy strands drew upon the surrounding, powerful astral energy, firmly protecting him in the center.

Considering this impregnable defense, and then sensing the formidable enemy so close, Yin Sanren shook his head and sighed with a smile, “Your luck is truly terrible!”

Clearly, this wasn’t directed at Yunxing.

Just as she uttered these words, she stepped into the void right before Yunxing’s eyes, vanishing in an instant. Neither Li Douliang’s Eight Sea-Suppressing Techniques nor Tianyuan Weng’s Eight Formation Diagram presented any trouble to her.

In other words, neither Li Douliang nor Tianyuan Weng had any intention of engaging in battle here.

With Yin Sanren’s departure, Yunxing finally freed himself from the gloomy shadow that had lingered in his heart. He let out a long, drawn breath, feeling that today was the most treacherous and treacherous situation he had encountered in his centuries of cultivation.

Fortunately, he had survived.

At his feet lay the sect leader’s Purple Star Immortal Sword, the same sword that had descended from the sky and manipulated the Eight Formation Diagram to save his life. Several figures could be seen faintly in the sky; they must be Tianyuan Weng, Li Douliang, and even Grandmasters like Qingming.

Yunxing took a deep breath and sheathed the Broken Army Immortal Sword, his eyes involuntarily flickering to Bisu’s corpse on the riverbank. This senior brother, who could have ascended to the throne of Sect Leader, had died just like that, and in such a pathetic manner.

And then there was Li Xun, who had vanished without a trace. Countless mysteries lingered around him. Yunxing’s only certainty was that, because of this man, the Mingxin Sword Sect’s reputation, which had stood for tens of thousands of years, might face a grave test.

At this moment, he naturally thought of Mingji.

Li Xun was Mingji’s most admired disciple. He wondered how heartbroken Mingji must be after hearing this news.

The figures in the sky were already clearly discernible, just as expected. The three Sect Leaders, led by Tianyuan Weng, were slowly descending.

This indicated that the Xingji and Mingxin Sword Sects had reached some sort of consensus, and Mingji’s situation should be safe. This was a relief, but soon, no one would be able to relax.

His gaze shifted from Tianyuan Weng to Li Douliang and then to Qingming. He paused briefly before lowering his head and greeting the three sect leaders.

At this moment, he began to consider how to present an objective account of the incident without disrupting the current situation—something he wasn’t particularly good at.

He raised his head, wanting to gauge the three sect leaders’ attitudes. However, what caught his eye was the strange expressions on their faces, and for a moment, he couldn’t decipher their meaning.

“Roar!”

A sudden roar exploded in his ears, the shockwaves nearly shattering his skull, then instantly spread throughout his body.

At that moment, Yunxing was stunned. Normally, he should have immediately drawn the Broken Army Immortal Sword and used the still-present Eight Diagrams Formation to keep the unknown danger at a distance, then decide his next move based on the specific circumstances.

However, he was exhausted and completely relaxed.

Though the exchange with Yin Sanren lasted only a few moments, the toll on his mind and spirit was immense. With the three sect leaders appearing together, he doubted anyone would have the courage to attack, especially with the Eight Trigrams Formation still at his disposal!

So, he simply placed his hand on his sword’s hilt and slightly turned his body—this was his last move in the mortal realm.

Boundless darkness suddenly descended!

A bloody shadow soared from the river, transforming into a dazzling, blood-red rainbow that streaked across the sky.

Nothing in its path could stop it for even a moment.

The immense power of “shattering all laws of the world” was fully demonstrated in this moment. The Eight Trigrams Formation proved ineffective, and the blood-red light swept past Yun Xing, leaving only a half-blooded body.

The next moment, the mountains and rivers shook!

The three sect leaders, Tianyuan Weng, Li Douliang and Qingming Taoist, attacked at the same time, almost overturning half of the galaxy. The impact was enough to tear the starry sky apart. However, the dazzling blood-red rainbow light still stretched across the sky, and continued to extend and move away.