From a Minor Sect Cultivator to the Primordial Spirit Dao Lord

In a world of immortals and swordsmen, a young Taoist named Mu Shao'ai loves flying swords, raising poison insects, drawing talismans, and refining pills. Isn't it delightful to live a care...

Chapter 640 The Primordial Great Dao of the Void, a Divine Blade at the Dao Integration Level

"Excellent technique! What a magnificent Great Dao of the Void!"

After the shocking turn of events, Bai Cang quickly understood the cause and effect and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The reason he couldn't deliver that blow was actually very simple.

Anything below the Golden Immortal Realm is vulnerable to this strike, and against a Golden Immortal Realm cultivator, it is destined to be futile.

At this moment, the Taoist Zhenru had already become one with the "Illusory Realm of the Great Void".

It is essentially a low-end version of a "Golden Immortal of the Dao Integration," so naturally it is not afraid of the power of the "Extinction Divine Blade."

"It is merely due to the power of external objects; I dare not compare myself to your extraordinary talent."

As the Taoist's form manifested, it seemed to transcend the void, naturally exuding a terrifying aura that could destroy all things and bring eternal damnation, pressing down like a tidal wave.

This was not the first time Bai Cang had fought against Daoist Zhenru, nor was it the first time he had witnessed the power of the "Illusory Realm of the Great Void".

But it was only at this moment that the True Daoist revealed a ferocious side, demonstrating his terrifying nature as a Perfect Dao Lord.

Even Bai Cang could clearly sense that the True Daoist, who kept saying he would go all out and not hold back, was actually doing his best to suppress the power of the "Illusory Realm of the Great Void".

Otherwise, Bai Cang would have no ability to resist, let alone have the opportunity to fight back or retaliate.

In a sense, this is the complete combat power of a Dao Integration level being.

However, unleashing such combat power does not come without a price.

Bai Cang could also clearly sense that the Taoist Zhenru's state was somewhat strange.

It seems to be slowly but steadily assimilated, transforming into something "inhuman".

Words can lie, but strength cannot, just as battle reports can lie, but battle lines cannot.

For Bai Cang, this was also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a chance to face off against a "Golden Immortal of the Dao".

"Perhaps, the opportunity for the Extinction God Blade to truly complete its transformation lies here!"

Thinking of this, endless, formless and shapeless silk threads were reflected in Bai Cang's eyes.

It seemed to be a colossal entity, interwoven into a supreme divine blade that encompassed destiny and time, bursting forth with crystal-clear pure white light, colliding fiercely with the extending absolute emptiness.

"boom!"

The silent roar was like the grand pronouncement of the Great Dao.

The Supreme Divine Blade hung above Bai Cang's head, reflecting countless transparent silk threads that shone brightly in its presence.

It's also like a constraint, freezing it in a mysteriously high place in time and space.

Every string trembled slightly, as if millions of clear sounds were playing, creating a heavenly concerto of destiny.

Seeing this scene.

The Taoist's eyes shone brightly as he stared intently at the supreme divine sword suspended high above, connected by countless threads. "Very well, very well, I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"

Amidst the shouts, the Illusory Realm of the Great Void also underwent corresponding changes.

The endless void of calamity gave rise to countless red lotus flames of karma.

Then they flew towards the space-time where Bai Cang stood, turning the billions of strings into a dazzling crimson color.

It resembles the most vibrant color in the world, giving people a sense of beauty that is intoxicating.

These karmic red lotuses represent the cause and effect, karmic obstacles, and destiny of the True Suchness Daoist.

Now, they have all been transferred to the billions of silk threads, but they are actively "helping" Bai Cang to perfect this supreme divine blade that points directly to the root of the Great Dao.

"I see! I understand now!"

Bai Cang suddenly let out a loud shout, "Thank you for your great help, senior. With the power of this sword, I will help you sever your ties with the mortal world!"

As they spoke, 1.296 billion silk threads intertwined to form 48,000 crimson lotuses of karmic fire.

Like a sea of ​​crimson lotus blossoms, it spread across the illusory realm, filling all the void.

The Taoist priest's expression changed drastically as he felt countless memories surging within him, forming a raging torrent.

His entire life, all its causes and effects, past events, and future destiny, are contained within this.

It was as if he had entrusted his life and fortune to Bai Cang.

But the Taoist's eyes were a deep, dark black, without the slightest ripple or wave.

It was as if he had long lost the emotions of being human, and only had a strange thought.

This kid's future achievements might be even more astonishing than he imagines.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

At that moment, all 48,000 crimson lotuses of karmic fire trembled in unison, and 1.296 billion silk strings vibrated incessantly.

The sound that burst forth was like a resounding bell, or like the beating of a heart.

The boundless mortal world suddenly engulfed Bai Cang completely, sweeping him forward as if heading towards the end of his destiny.

When he became involved with the cause and effect, karmic obstacles and destiny of the True Man, he himself also fell into the torrent of his fate.

A profound despair, a feeling that "everything is predestined, and nothing is up to us," filled Bai Cang's heart and soul.

It was as if she wanted to drag him down with her, into an abyss of no return.

However, Bai Cang's eyes still reflected a crystal-clear and pure light as he slowly stretched out his hands and grasped the dazzling, crimson supreme divine blade.

"All destinies can be severed with a single stroke, only then can one... transcend emotions and merge with the Dao!"

Bai Cang gripped the alluring divine blade as if he held the very fate of the True Daoist in his hands, and a fierce, fanatical light appeared in his eyes.

With the appearance of this sword, he has thus paved a path to the heavens, achieving perfect mastery of a supreme divine power at the level of Dao integration.

Most importantly, he will also experience the process of becoming one with the Great Dao, laying an incredibly solid foundation for his future formal advancement to the Dao.

With this in mind, Bai Cang slowly raised the crimson divine blade in his hand, as if supporting all the heavens and all living beings.

An overwhelming, indescribable pressure was applied to him, causing his body to tremble violently.

"boom!"

The next moment.

As Bai Cang slowly but firmly unleashed a slash, the supreme, blood-red blade light, carrying an overwhelming killing intent capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, fiercely slashed towards Zhenru Daoren.

"What a divine blade! What a blade of destiny!"

Seeing this, the Taoist priest's eyes, which had long lost their humanity, suddenly regained their brilliance.

An indescribable sense of liberation and freedom caused him to involuntarily open his arms and actively face the supreme destructive blade of light.

"Boom!"

With a single slash, Bai Cang caused the entire Illusionary Realm to suddenly collapse and crumble.

The boundless void, like snow melting in the spring sun, transformed into countless fragments of spiritual light that vanished inch by inch.

"Clang!"

A crisp scathing sound rang out, and a blood-red blade flashed, slicing into the space between the eyebrows of the True Daoist.

Then, amidst his joyful, liberated laughter, it burst forth from his body, transforming into a perfect arc, and once again landed in Bai Cang's palm.

The original bright red color had faded, and it had become crystal clear again, as if it were the purest divine object in the world.

"Cough cough!"

With the destruction of the Illusionary Realm, Daoist Zhenru reappeared before Bai Cang.

That awe-inspiring and majestic aura, which once sent shivers down one's spine, began to fade away with the destruction of the Illusory Realm, slowly dissipating into nothingness.

The Taoist priest felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had lost something most important to him.

However, on his face, he revealed a ecstatic smile that was no different from, or even more exaggerated than, the one in the illusion, with a hint of maniacal ecstasy.

"Hahaha, I, the Daoist Master, have finally succeeded!"