Chapter 5819
Before the gates of the Xuantian Sword Sect in the Ten Thousand Swords Mountains, a
once sacred land of immortals, where
sword energy soared to the heavens and spirits flourished, had now become a bloodbath of carnage. Dark, swirling demonic clouds obscured the sun; the roars of beasts shook the heavens and earth, tearing the sky apart.
The brilliant light curtain formed by the Big Dipper Sword Qi Subduing Demon Array, under the relentless erosion of demonic energy and the onslaught of brute force, had become as thin as a cicada’s wing, flickering and emitting a heart-wrenching, creaking sound, as if it could not bear the weight any longer.
The seven sword peaks had dimmed, and cracks had even appeared on their surfaces, as if they might collapse at any moment.
Inside and outside the gates, corpses lay strewn everywhere, and blood flowed in streams.
There were the tattered sword robes and mangled bodies of Xuantian Sword Sect disciples, the charred bones of demonic cultivators, and the massive corpses of fused beast warriors.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, the acrid smell of burning flesh, and the cold, deathly stillness of annihilated souls. The surviving disciples of the Sword Sect, mostly wounded and their robes stained with blood, still gripped their swords tightly, their eyes resolute as they held fast to their positions.
Yet, deep within their eyes, an undeniable weariness and despair crept in.
The mountain-protecting formation had reached its limit.
Ling Yunzi stood atop the crumbling main peak, the “Mysterious Heaven Sword” in his hand no longer as dazzling as before, its blade even showing fine cracks.
His face was deathly pale, his chest soaked with blood, his breathing erratic, clearly on the verge of collapse.
Yet, he still stood tall, like an unyielding mountain, his gaze fixed on the two figures outside the formation radiating overwhelming ferocity—Soul Fiend and Bone-Eyed.
“Hehehe… Ling Yunzi, why fight like a trapped beast?”
Soul Fiend stood in mid-air, demonic energy churning around him. His face, once slapped by Kai, was contorted with resentment and pleasure, appearing exceptionally grotesque.
“Look at your mountain-protecting formation, how much longer can it hold?”
“When the formation breaks, I will personally extract your soul and refine your spirit, reducing your Xuan Tian Sword Sect’s ten-thousand-year heritage to ashes! And that little beast Kai… I will find him and grind him to dust!”
The massive body of Zheng Gu was like a moving volcano, its dark red demonic scales gleaming coldly in the dim light. He wielded a giant axe burning with demonic flames, his voice like a broken gong.
“Lackeys of Lie Tian, accomplices of Kai! Today, I will use your blood to commemorate the rise of my Fusion Beast Saint Sect! Kill them all! Leave no one alive!”
Zheng Gu roared, like a maddened beast.
Inside the formation, the Sword Sect disciples, hearing this, felt their grief and anger intensify, yet not one of them retreated.
They knew that there was no way out today; only a fight to the death was possible.
Ling Yunzi took a deep breath, suppressing the metallic taste rising in his throat. His voice was hoarse but carried an undeniable resolve: “Disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect, heed my command! Follow me… activate ‘Seven Stars Fallen Immortal,’ and perish together!”
“Perish together!!”
The surviving disciples roared in unison, their voices filled with tragic grandeur, soaring to the heavens.
They poured their last ounce of sword energy into the array beneath their feet, some even burning their life essence for a momentary burst of power.
The seven sword peaks trembled violently, their surfaces cracking. Ancient sword intents, originally hidden deep within the earth and incomparably sharp, were forcibly awakened, like dragons emerging from their slumber, converging towards the summits!
That was the last vestige of the Xuantian Sword Sect’s power, a final act of mutual destruction!
Seeing this, Soul Fiend and Bone-Rending showed no fear, but instead revealed even more cruel and excited smiles.
This was exactly the effect they wanted!
By forcing the Xuantian Sword Sect to destroy its own foundation, they could completely eliminate this major threat from the Tenth Heaven with minimal cost!
Just as the Xuantian Sword Sect was about to ignite its final, glorious, and ultimately destructive flame—
“Boom—!!!”
An indescribable roar did not come from the battlefield, but from the very depths of the vast sky!
Like the first thunderclap at the dawn of the universe, or the heavy sigh of a chaotic giant awakening, it instantly overwhelmed all the fighting, roars, and mournful cries of the formations on the battlefield!
Immediately afterward, an indescribable, terrifying pressure, like an invisible curtain of heaven, suddenly descended!
This pressure was not merely powerful, but carried an ancient and boundless aura of supreme authority, surpassing all things, as if it held the power of creation and destruction!
Under this aura, the churning demonic clouds suddenly froze, the roaring beasts ceased abruptly, and even the impending eruption of the “Seven Stars Falling Immortal” sword intent seemed to be gently suppressed by an invisible hand, its agitation subsided.
Everyone, whether disciples of the Demonic Sect, the Beast Fusion Sect, or the Sword Sect, involuntarily stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky in horror.
The sky, shrouded in demonic clouds, had unexpectedly torn open into a massive vortex-like void!
At the edge of the void, space shattered like glass, revealing the deep, dark void behind it.
A figure stepped out of the void, unhurried and unhurried.
He wore a seemingly simple blue robe, its hem fluttering in the invisible energy turbulence, yet it remained spotless.
In his hand he held an ancient longsword, its blade devoid of light, yet seemingly capable of devouring all surrounding light.
Most chilling of all was his gaze—calm, indifferent, like an ancient, icy pool, or an endless starry sky.
Looking down at the devastating battlefield below, a scene of utter carnage, there was no anger, no killing intent, only an absolute indifference and detachment, as if a god were watching over the struggle of ants.
It was Kai!
But the man he was now was worlds apart from the one who had fought on the Crimson Blood Plains days before!
Back then, though strong, he still retained a trace of human warmth.
Now, however, an indescribable “Daoist aura” flowed around him, as if he breathed with the heavens and earth, pulsed with the laws of nature. He
simply stood there quietly, yet he exuded a terrifying aura heavier than mountains, more vast than the starry sky, and more unfathomable than the abyss!
Especially the faint, ethereal halo of chaotic light surrounding him, and the occasional phantom of a fiery lotus that seemed capable of incinerating everything within it, sent shivers down the spines of all those with keen senses!