Chapter 147 The Cultivation World Part 3
Regarding the battle at Zhuguang Platform, there were always people risking their lives to deliver firsthand reports. But since when, no one has been able to escape the battlefield alive anymore, and even powerful divine senses probing from extremely far distances could hardly detect a single trace.
But on the battlefield, things change in an instant. Just as a devastating commotion subsided, several figures were fighting together again, and the situation had reversed.
Lin Jue, whose chest had been pierced by the Zhenwang Miao sword, was now engulfed in flames, his wounds on his chest and back healing rapidly. He then transformed into a ten-foot-long Bifang divine bird, breathing blazing flames, forcing the Zhenwang and the surrounding cultivators to scatter in all directions. Although the people managed to escape, the entire meadow and mountainside were not spared, reduced to charred remains, a blackened expanse stretching as far as the eye could see.
On the other side, Zhen Su, who had just melted several of Duan Wen Yang's flying swords with the Five Poisons technique, could not escape Duan Wen Yang's full-force revenge in his thunderous rage. His clothes became tattered, his beautiful face was disfigured, and his flawless immortal body was covered with hideous wounds.
Shinju seemed oblivious to the pain, only looking down at his clothes, which had not been restored. They had been mended by the King of Poison with black mist, and their lack of restoration meant that the King of Poison's power had been interrupted.
He no longer lingered in the fight, nor did he give Duan Wenyang a second glance. His once pure and sweet eyes were now filled with absolute ruthlessness. In an instant, he unleashed a punch that sent a vortex of energy flying through the air towards the besieged Zhenwang.
The incident happened suddenly, and Duan Wenyang's flying sword was almost shattered into pieces by the vortex. He had to withdraw it, clicked his tongue, and chased after Zhen Su.
The Miao sword had almost no chance of winning against the Greatsword that broke the formation. Although the Poison King's demonic energy was incredibly strong and his footwork and swordsmanship were superb, Song Wei's single strike carried the power to shatter mountains and rivers; a slight change in direction could shake the surrounding area. Even the most resilient Nine Heavens Profound Iron would shatter into dust in an instant.
Moreover, the Poison King's Miao sword was merely formed from essence and yin energy.
The instant the Miao sword shattered into mist, the enormous formation-breaking blade was about to cleave down from the head of the Poison King.
The corner of Song Wei's mouth had just turned up, but the smugness in her eyes had already dissipated before it could even show.
Beneath his blade, someone's figure appeared out of thin air, firmly clamping the blade with two fingers, preventing it from advancing an inch.
No matter how much spiritual power Song Wei poured into his attacks, Zhen Su remained unmoved.
Song Wei couldn't help but swear, glaring fiercely at Masakuni.
Although Zhen Su's face remained expressionless, his internal organs were still reeling from the aftershocks of the Breaking Formation Blade. A trail of blood slowly trickled down his lips, but his golden eyes showed no sign of retreat, only an open killing intent that sent chills down Song Wei's spine.
"Who gave you the audacity to attack him?" Shinju wiped the blood from the corner of his lips expressionlessly, then spun around and kicked Song Wei, along with his broadsword, flying away.
Just before Song Wei was about to embed himself into the mountain behind him, he swung his knife in the opposite direction to stop his retreat, but the mountain behind him trembled and cracked.
Duan Wenyang arrived at this moment, flying past him. The flying swords that filled the sky followed his will, cleverly bypassing Bifang's flowing fire and continuously attacking Zhen Su Zhen Wang.
The battle inexplicably turned into a confrontation between Zhen Su Zhen Wang and Song Wei Duan Wen Yang, while Bi Fang, the incarnation of Lin Jue, attacked everyone indiscriminately. Those who did not escape in time had already become souls under the flames and were then absorbed by Lin Jue.
However, not long after, Lin Jue's fiery demonic light finally began to weaken, as the forcibly shut-down teleportation array severed his source of demonic energy. But not all the ghosts were gone; one ghost remained suspended beside him, the last one.
An incredibly dense aura of death enveloped the spirit, obscuring its true form and revealing its secrets. It silently exuded darkness, occupying a secluded corner, yet radiating a holy light that dared not be ignored.
For some reason, Shinju felt a sense of familiarity and nostalgia about that ghost.
Lin Jue was furious. With such a powerful spirit before him, he couldn't absorb even a single trace of its soul power! It was simply illogical!
Little did they know, the people in the underworld were also furious about this illogical situation.
"What?! What do you mean it's missing?!"
"Not only have most of the spirits of the Black Prison disappeared, but the Lord of the Black Prison is also gone?! How can this be allowed?!"
The jailers were stunned, realizing they couldn't fool them this time. The ghost soldiers were sprayed with blood by the returning City God, and the underworld officials completely lost their composure after learning that Yama and the True Monk had also vanished without a trace.
Especially Bai Wuchang, who grabbed the jailer who came to report by the collar and roared, "You have been incompetent and irresponsible in your work every time! Now look what's happened! Not only has the Lord of the Black Prison run into trouble, but even our colleagues have been implicated and their whereabouts are unknown! What else do you have to say?!"
Black Impermanence suddenly grabbed him, urging him not to escalate the conflict between the two sides, and hurriedly said, "Don't rush, there's still room for reconciliation. Let's ask the City God to use the power of the mortal world to find the whereabouts of King Yama and True Monk, and we'll surely be able to locate the location of the Lord of the Black Prison!"
After catching his breath, Bai Wuchang calmed down and understood Hei Wuchang's meaning, saying, "Alright, the City God shouldn't refuse."
Unaware that the entire underworld was in chaos because of them, Zhen Su had to deal with the combined attacks of Song Wei and Duan Wenyang, be wary of Lin Jue's occasional sneak attacks, and also search for traces of the summoning ghost silver.
Unfortunately, the King of Poison has become possessed and cannot understand what Shinjuku is saying, but strangely, it seems to be driven by instinct and only attacks everyone except Shinjuku.
At the same time, Shinjuku was also considering the possibility that the demon might arrive...
Everything was urging him to act quickly!
Shinjuku no longer held back in his attack. From that moment on, everyone saw the phantom of a demon from hell in Shinjuku. His terrifying aura was even greater than that of the demon king beside him.
Once again, Song Wei was sent flying. This time, he failed to dodge and crashed into two mountains, eventually being deeply embedded in a towering peak half a mile away. Then, supporting himself with the giant sword, he slowly rose and suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly.
"Hahaha, that's how a demon should be! You held back earlier, and I almost thought you were a fake. Without some strength, you really can't muster any energy."
Song Wei loosened his bones with a "snap snap snap," then raised an eyebrow and gave Zhen Su a wicked smile, "I am no longer just a rising star of Tianyuan back then. Now, I lead 100,000 disciples of the Alien Spirit Alliance and have already broken through to the Integration Realm. You are probably no match for me."
The next moment, Song Wei stopped smiling, and the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon suddenly echoed in the sky. Upon hearing this, Bifang's red feathers exploded.
If someone with lower cultivation were present, they would probably be bleeding from all seven orifices and have exploded to death. Zhen Su's physique is astonishing, so it's alright, but Zhen Wang doesn't have that ability. The black mist on his body seems to have been cleansed, and now it has become as thin as gauze.
Duan Wenyang had anticipated Song Wei's actions and protected himself with his magical artifact in time, remaining unharmed. Seeing Song Wei make his move, he was naturally unwilling to be outdone, releasing thousands of sword energies once again, intending to block their retreat. And that wasn't all; at the same time as Song Wei unleashed the divine artifact "The Bell of Stripping," Duan Wenyang, for the first time, condensed ultimate sword intent, transforming it into an enormous phantom of a spiritual sword, which pierced towards Zhen Su.
Sword intent is a supreme thing that transcends sword energy and sword aura. Most powerful sword cultivators inevitably stop at sword aura, unable to cross the insurmountable chasm and comprehend the ultimate meaning of the sword path in their lifetime.
Therefore, the moment the sword intent was unleashed, everyone was astonished, and even the True Monk was so shocked that his pupils shrank.
Lin Jue suddenly tensed up, the image of Yi Lian flashed through his mind, and he remembered his plan to bring the person to Yi Lian. He immediately flapped his wings and swooped down towards Zhen Su.
Although the King of Poison's eyes were devoid of pupils, leaving only empty, blood-red voids, he was not without his five senses. The sword intent was overwhelming, like a collapsing sky, threatening to crush everyone with its oppressive force. Without needing to think, he instinctively pulled Zhen Su into his arms, then spun around at the last possible moment, forcibly sprouting two thin black wings from his back muscles with the little black mist he had left, blocking his way behind him.
In the blink of an eye, the sword intent had already descended, but at that moment, Shinju closed his eyes.
In the next instant, a crystal reflecting a ghostly image appeared in his palm, directly facing the attack of the sword intent.
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Author's Note: [Edited] The ending has been slightly modified.
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