Chapter 299 - 274: Tianjiao Sword, Chu Tianjiao_1

As Zuo Daoxuan was slain and the battle ended, Lu Yan and Shen Yinuo had already fled hundreds of miles away.

Without halting, the two kept up their full speed, flitting through the forest.

They did not traverse through the air.

For those in the True Body Realm, short-term air travel would be possible, but it was not suitable for long journeys, as it used up too much True Vigor.

In the blink of an eye, they had run hundreds of miles more.

Suddenly, they both looked up at the sky.

A rainbow beam of light was approaching rapidly, moving at an unbelievably swift speed.

Moreover, the direction it was coming from made it obvious that it was headed for them.

"The multicolored blade light. It’s from that old man guarding the treasures of the Dagu Dynasty. Could it be that we’ve been targeted because we took too many treasures?"

Lu Yan’s face changed drastically.

Whoosh!

The rainbow blade light instantly hovered above them, then from above descended rapidly.

Lu Yan prepared for a grave fight, activated all four of his Body Refining Martial Arts, and readied his Starfall Bow to fire a shot.

"Don’t shoot."

Shen Yinuo cautioned from the side.

Clang!

The five-colored war knife landed in front of the two, stuck upside down in the ground, humming as if speaking.

The blade’s radiance dimmed and it transformed into a regular war knife.

A complex look flashed across Shen Yinuo’s eyes. It disappeared as quickly as it had come, as he walked over, gripped the handle, and drew the knife from the ground.

"It appears the senior has passed away. Lu Yan, you’re a grandmaster of bladed arts. It seems that the senior favored you, so he chased after and passed this knife to you."

Shen Yinuo smiled faintly and handed the war knife to Lu Yan.

"Favored me?"

Lu Yan seriously doubted this. He had the distinct feeling the knife came for Shen Yinuo, not him.

"Take it. This knife is a premium Spiritual Treasure that is exclusive to the Primordial Spirit Realm. It’s extremely rare."

Shen Yinuo added.

Lu Yan nodded, stopped being polite, and took the war knife.

Afterward, without stopping, they continued advancing, traversing nearly ten thousand miles in one go before they found a deserted cave. They took out all the small chests they had acquired earlier.

They had obtained five small chests, all guarded by Wish Patterns.

The two of them worked together to break the Wish Patterns on them.

...

Huang Xuan, Lord Xueshen, Beast Demon, and Mother-in-law Wandu spread their Spiritual Senses to search around. Having only found a few chests made their faces ugly.

In the seventh cave, there were initially more than a hundred large and small chests, most of which others seized while they were fighting.

Like a shadow, Beast Demon was the first to depart, heading south.

Then, Mother-in-law Wandu also left, retreating northward.

"Lord, currently our strength has diminished a bit due to Shengxuan Sect losing two generals. We still need your sect’s help in the future confrontation against Mansion of King Ming."

Huang Xuan bowed his fist, courteously addressing Lord Xueshen.

"Of course, Mansion of King Ming is our common enemy."

Lord Xueshen nodded, transformed into a blood light, and vanished.

Huang Xuan and Lixiuyu broke open the void and flew towards the border of Mingzhou and Xuanzhou. They still needed to organize the overall situation to fend off any counterattack from Mansion of King Ming.

Yet before they even reached halfway, they stopped.

Because someone was blocking their path in the front.

This was a robust man sitting cross-legged in mid-air, with loose black hair fluttering about. His face, partially covered by a full beard, revealed glimpses of a strikingly handsome man.

He held a war sword by one shoulder with his left hand, and took several gulps from a liquor jug–gurgling noises resounding.

Huang Xuan frowned slightly. As this man casually hovered in the air, clearly indicating that he was a master at the Primordial Spirit Realm, Huang Xuan didn’t want to get into trouble and decided to bypass him.

However, the man moved effortlessly, blocking them every time.

"Excuse me, sir, what do you mean by this?"

Huang Xuan asked somewhat displeased.

"Severing your heads."

The man replied casually, and then took another sip of his drink.

The countenances of Huang Xuan and Lixiuyu darkened, realizing that the visitor meant harm.

Boom!

Huang Xuan was very decisive–it’s crucial to strike first. He activated the Shengxuan Tower and pressed down towards the man.

The Shengxuan Tower, a Spiritual Treasure crafted and honed by the most powerful ancestors of the Shengxuan Sect throughout history, had long since become a treasured artifact of the Sect.

With the Shengxuan Tower, Huang Xuan’s combat prowess could ascend a level during intense battles.

Deploying the Shengxuan Tower signified that he had used his full strength.

The opponent, aware of his identity and yet blatantly threatening to behead him, could by no means be weak.

Clang!

The man stood up; the war sword left the sheath. An awe-inspiring Sword Intent skyrocketed, shattering the sky.

At this moment, the man seemed to have been transformed into the god of swords. The god in swords–supreme in the world of a myriad blades.

The Sword Light clashed with the Shengxuan Tower. The Shengxuan Tower trembled severely and crashed several kilometers away.

"Tianjiao Sword... You’re Chu Tianjiao, you’re...not dead..."

Huang Xuan bellowed in shock.

Clang!

The sword cry echoed through the heavens and the dazzling Sword Light, akin to a peerless celestial rainbow, shot out towards Huang Xuan.

So swift was its speed that even Huang Xuan couldn’t react in time.

The Sword Light flashed, and Huang Xuan stood stiff on the spot, his eyes wide open with boundless horror, unwillingness, and disbelief.

In the next moment, a bloody scar appeared on the center of his forehead. His entire body split into two.

Inside his severed head concealed a tiny man, identical in looks to Huang Xuan, as solid as his physical body.

This was his primordial spirit.

Upon reaching the fourth transformation of the Primordial Spirit Realm, a normal soul will transform into a Primordial Spirit which is more condensed and substantial than the soul, much like a physical entity that can leave the body at will and wander for miles. It possesses various mysterious abilities, rendering it significantly stronger than the soul itself.

This is where the term ’Primordial Spirit Realm’ comes from.

Huang Xuan’s Primordial Spirit was also split into two, then blasted into smithereens, vanishing without a trace.

With a single sword stroke, Huang Xuan, the Sect Master of Shengxuan Sect, was slain.

Chilled to the bone, Lixiuyu turned around and fled.

But the whistling of the sword arose once more, slicing the air.

Before Lixiuyu, only a few meters into his escape, could follow in Huang Xuan’s footsteps, he was split into two by the sword light, his soul obliterated.

The man brandished his sword with a single hand, stepping through the air. Despite his disheveled beard, his extraordinary manner was reminiscent of a sword immortal descending to earth.

With a swift grasp in mid-air, the man seized the Shengxuan Tower.

The Shengxuan Tower vibrated constantly, as though resisting, but the man’s fingers exerted pressure and endless sword Qi burst forth, enveloping the Shengxuan Tower. Soon, the Shengxuan Tower relented.

"This tower is quite good. My Mansion of King Ming doesn’t possess a spiritual treasure of this quality yet. I’ll take it."

The man expressed his satisfaction, storing the Shengxuan Tower within the Sumi Mustard Seed Bag.

"Since you considered yourselves as overlords, I may as well grant you a grand tomb."

The man first collected the Sumi Mustard Seed Bags from the bodies of Huang Xuan and Lixiuyu. He then slapped the ground, heaving up a large patch of soil that covered their remains.

"Next up, the Shengxuan Sect."

The man turned his intense, sword-like gaze towards the Shengxuan Sect, took a step forward, and disappeared into the horizon.

Soon, his figure appeared above the Shengxuan Sect. His imposing aura pervaded the surroundings, blanketing Shengxuan Mountain.

"We’re under attack."

"Activate the formation."

A thunderous roar echoed from within Shengxuan Mountain.

The core of Shengxuan Mountain began to glow with various Wish Patterns, forming a large array.

At the same time, several powerful auras began to rise.

Two belonged to the high-level practitioners of the Primordial Spirit Realm who were stationed within the Shengxuan Sect. The rest were Refined Corpses.

The man looked down at Shengxuan Mountain from above, observing everything as if waiting for the Shengxuan Sect to be fully prepared.

Clang!

The man drew his sword; the sword light broke through the sky, transforming into a giant entity and slashing towards Shengxuan Mountain.

The Wish Patterns of Shengxuan Mountain intertwined, forming a massive sword to resist the attack.

However, upon contact with the descending sword light, the giant sword formed by the Wish Patterns of Shengxuan Mountain was only able to hold for a moment before collapsing.

The sword light continued to fall.

A series of figures rose into the sky, revealing the Refined Corpses left by the powerful beings of the Primordial Spirit Realm.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

With a deafening roar, more than thirty Refined Corpses fell like rain, cratering Shengxuan Mountain.

Of course, the massive sword light was also stalled.

"Kill!"

The man shouted lightly. His sharp sword turned into a beam of sword light, flashing like lightning and disappearing into Shengxuan Mountain.

Thud!

A first transformation elder in the Primordial Spirit Realm of the Shengxuan Sect was pierced through his brow by the sword light before he could react, falling on the spot.

Next, another expert from the Primordial Spirit Realm also fell, pierced through by the sword light.

"Split."

The man in the sky ordered as his war sword vibrated, causing the sword light to divide. It split into two, then four, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into sixteen beams of sword light, slaying sixteen Refined Corpses.

"That’s about it. I can’t possibly do everything myself. I should leave some tasks to others. Let’s go check on the old man, I heard he hid himself in the Moling Mountain range, talking about turning his plans against him. Isn’t it still me who has to take action?"

The man mumbled, striding through the air and leaving.

Moling Mountain range.

Zhuo Kunsheng was still standing guard here.

For someone of his level, he was exceedingly patient, with resolute willpower. To achieve his goal, whether it was several months, years, or even decades or centuries, he could wait.

Just then, his eyes lit up.

A figure walked out from the Moling Mountain range - it was none other than King Ming.

"Chu Tianming, it seems that you did not go deep into the Moling Mountain range, but were only hiding on the outskirts."

Zhuo Kunsheng said.

He regretted it a bit - he should have pursued him inside.

He had long suspected that King Ming might not have ventured deep into the Moling Mountain range, but was merely hiding on its edge. Nevertheless, his fear for the Moling Mountain range was too great.

"Even on its outskirts, the Demonic Qi is incredibly dense and filled with corruption. You, with your injuries from that day, would have to resist the Demonic Qi. I don’t believe you have recovered this quickly."

Zhuo Kunsheng’s gaze was like a current of electricity, his war sword in hand, his aura intimidating.

"Is that so?"

King Ming smiled faintly, his aura exploding like a volcano, shooting into the vault of the sky.

Zhuo Kunsheng’s face fell.

King Ming’s aura had clearly reached its peak.

King Ming’s injuries had healed!

"Zhuo Kunsheng, you think your strategy is flawless, luring me to the Shengxuan Sect to ambush me. But you have no idea that I turned the tables on you. I had already prepared healing elixirs and methods to counteract the Demonic Qi."

King Ming said coolly.

"Oh? You mean to say that your counter strategy was all for this moment? A one-on-one fight with me?"

A hint of mockery seeped from Zhuo Kunsheng’s voice as he continued, "We have clashed, not once or twice. Even if you’ve improved, you still won’t be a match for me."

"How about if I join in?"

A voice came from behind.

A man with disheveled black hair and a beard, holding a sword in one hand, strode through the air, joining forces with King Ming and surrounding Zhuo Kunsheng from both sides.

Zhuo Kunsheng didn’t need to turn around. His Spiritual Sense inspected the man thoroughly.

"You are... Chu Tianjiao!"

Zhuo Kunsheng’s face hardened.