319: Chapter 206: The Death of the Lord Emperor 319: Chapter 206: The Death of the Lord Emperor “Qingcang.”
Above the Nine Heavens, a rainbow formed steps, and a figure dressed in a godly robe descended step by step.
Genderless, they were a divine, their face enshrouded in divine light, inscrutable.
With a single stroke of Qingcang’s hand across the sky, a palm large enough to blot out the sun extended, as Jianmu in the form of a Human Immortal’s dharma form also summoned a gigantic hand to meet it.
The former was a palm, and the latter a fist.
The palm seized the fist and immediately crushed it, making Jianmu’s embodiment seem like a mere show in front of Qingcang, but for her, who was not adept at fighting with magic, Qingcang’s skill already represented the pinnacle of power.
Jianmu launched another move, the only way to counter the might of Qingcang’s strike.
The beings hidden within the Devil Clouds cast their wary gaze around them.
“Imitating humans, you’ve only learned the surface, the act of a novice showing off in front of an expert.”
That’s how Qingcang critiqued.
But it was undeniable that Jianmu’s transformation skill had reached its peak, almost akin to a Law, embodying six parts of her elegance; this was merely an incarnation of a branch.
With an expressionless face, Jianmu’s incarnation said, “You always exceed my expectations, I thought you wouldn’t fight desperately until the very last moment.”
Now, Qingcang burned her very foundations, forcing Jianmu to bring out the nascent Saint’s Artifact, which was the jade bangle on her wrist.
She had thought Qingcang would fight desperately; instead, he stayed close to Gu Wen, preventing the Twelve Demon Ancestors from even twitching.
“Now that you’ve lost the initiative, all I need is to delay a little longer, and you will die.
Other than that, you have only one way out, to become the master of Jianmu’s Grotto Heaven.”
Qingcang struck again with a palm, plain yet incomparable, an earth-shaking blow eight parts stronger than the previous.
From the sleeve of the divine, a flash of jade light appeared, the White Jade Vajra Ring manifested, its luminance reflecting like the bright moon, binding everything, its aura able to cover mountains and drain seas.
The unstable Three Pure Mountain beyond this world, the Demi Immortals of the Void struggling to enter meditation, a circle of jade stirred the heaven and earth, leaving the stars in turmoil.
Qingcang’s hand was bound in mid-air and then gradually crushed to bits.
Clang!
From within the White Jade Vajra Ring, a slash of sword light flew out; the Immortal Sword took the opportunity to break free and fell into Qingcang’s hand.
“Fellow Daoist, I’ve come to aid you.”
The divine thought of the Immortal Sword arrived, but Qingcang slightly shook their head, “No need for you, go help my disciple.”
With those words, she casually tossed the Immortal Sword down, transforming it into a beam of sword light that embedded itself in the ground right in front of Gu Wen.
Wisp by wisp of white Sword Qi, like fireworks, emerged from within the scabbard of the Immortal Sword, entwining with the unadorned iron sword, signifying its recognition of Gu Wen.
“A Sword Immortal, no older than thirty.”
A murderous intent revealed itself in Jianmu’s eyes, as the shadows of the surrounding Demon Ancestors trembled like blazing flames.
Instantly, storm and thunder, darkness fell, an unending downpour of Divine Skills and Daoist Skills fell like a torrential rain.
Gu Wen was equally illuminated by the brilliant light of the infinite Daoist Skills, while a gentle and comforting voice reached his ears.
“My disciple, today I shall teach you your first lesson on what is the Human Immortal Skill.”
Her hair danced about like a waterfall cascading down a quiet moonlit mountain stream, shielding from all calamities.
“He who stands tall is human; humans charged with the duty of mountains and rivers become Immortals.”
With her right hand raised, she repelled all Divine Powers, and with her left hand, she gently covered the entire city of Bianjing, already half-dead, protecting a million mortals.
“Even if life is fleeting, I can hold up the heavens with one hand and protect the world with a flip of the palm.”
The flames within the city were silently soothed, the Fire Dragon, acting as the Pill Furnace of the Dragon Ball, flew out uncontrollably, then exploded out of nowhere.
Millions of scattered three souls and seven spirits were reclaimed, the scorched flesh fell away from the citizens; some awoke, some stayed unconscious, and many more were barely alive.
With the Divine Souls completely refined, there was no longer a chance for awakening; Qingcang managed to save only several hundred thousand, yet these were all who could be saved at present.
The omens in the sky were full of aggression like fire, murderous intent overflowing, threatening to bring back a catastrophe that had occurred three thousand years ago.
The enveloping hand that held the heavens pushed through the myriad Divine Skills, grasping the Devil Cloud, stirring a hundred miles of wind and cloud, spreading clear skies.
“You immortals of the Devil Clan, you’ve become weaker than before.”
The tranquil voice brought silence in all directions, the Twelve Demon Ancestors felt a tightness in their chest, and Jianmu stroked the jade bracelet on her hand.
The thoughts of all the gods merged into one.
Thankfully, she was dying.
History has never lacked geniuses; anomalies were not rare either, but there was only one Qingcang.
Seven hundred years to Immortality, three thousand years to Semi-Sainthood, even with life fleeting, still invincible.
If given more time, perhaps the ‘world would truly belong to the Human Race’ as she said.
For she could become a Saint, almost effortlessly if not for the ties to the Human Race.
And yet, Qingcang’s gaze fell upon the unremarkable young man below, a smile heard before it was seen, his brows lifting up the nine level heavens, his eyes holding the depth of the world’s Dao.
“My disciple, what you must do is surpass your teacher.”
Wordlessly, Gu Wen stepped forward to draw the iron sword, and as the sword tip parted from the earth, heaven and earth transformed, a boundless and ethereal sword reflected across the sky.
Hum!
The origin of the Sword Dao of heaven and earth converged upon Gu Wen at this moment, Sword Cultivators from every corner of the realms looked up to the sky.
The Dao of complete fulfillment, he who wields the Immortal Sword, may become a Sword Immortal.
With the sword in his right hand and his left brushing the blade, his gaze finally rested on the character for Immortal etched into the hilt.
Exhausting all the madness of this life, pushing the limits of his talent, he spoke in a calm voice:
“I will, Master.”
At this moment, upon looking around, all was adversary, and yet there was none invincible.
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In Bianjing, fire was everywhere.
Gu Wen locked eyes with the old Taoist atop the Fire Dragon, Chi Yu Zi moved aside to take his hand, and dazzling golden light slowly enveloped them both.
The Lord Emperor sighed, “We were not supposed to be enemies but should have united against the Devil Clan, standing together as one.”