233 One Hundred Thousand Mountains Ten
Wei Ming trembled with fear as he looked at his master's terrifying aura and soaring power, which seemed like a sharp sword that could pierce a hole in the sky.
An overwhelming aura, unparalleled power, a fear that emanates from the depths of one's soul; even the air itself seems to tremble with dread.
In the distance, further still, wild boars, deer herds, and various small animals fled desperately. They darted through jungles, leaped over ravines, and escaped with all their might, as if death were raging in the air.
Deep inside, a voice screamed, 'Run away, run away quickly!'
A night breeze arose, the bright moon hung high, and the tranquil, verdant trees stood tall. Slowly opening their eyes, they looked at the sword spirit, dressed in exquisite, translucent clothing that seemed otherworldly, nodded, and softly thanked her, 'Thank you for your trouble.'
Upon seeing its master awaken, the sword spirit vanished in a flash and swiftly entered the Gentleman's Blade.
The thick stench of blood in the air dissipated rapidly. The pool of blood on the ground, which resembled a pond, was almost dry.
At the heart of the dried-up blood, a herb of ascension was now incredibly alluring, its entire body as red as blood, and the small flower on its top was now as big as a fist.
It formed a fruit, within which flowed a strange power, containing immense strength, domineering, turbulent, and with a peculiar fluctuation.
This is the Ascension Grass, nourished by countless demon blood. It is now truly ripe.
Looking around gently, the scene that was just moments ago filled with the corpses of demonic beasts was now rotting, with even their fur cracking.
Soon, only a forest of bones remained on the ground. He mounted his horse, brandishing his sword, unleashing a torrent of ghostly energy; the white bones piled high, startling birds into flight. Blood flowed rapidly into the ground, into the abyss below, where a gluttonous beast, seemingly insatiable, lurked.
Gently approaching the Ascension Grass, she plucked it and held it in her hand. At that moment, Wanqing Rourou hadn't yet come out. She asked softly, "This is the Ascension Grass, isn't it?"
Wanqing's voice came through, "It should be it, but this thing gives me an ominous feeling; I dislike it very much, brother!"
A soft voice followed, "Yes, brother, I also really hate this thing."
Nodding slightly, I took it in my hand and looked around. The surrounding scenery began to become desolate, and green once again covered the ground, as if the bloody storm just now was all a dream.
Only the traces of blood and mottled bloodstains on the tree trunk seem to prove that a battle once took place here.
At this moment, after the upgrade of the Divine Bell Shield, drastic changes began to occur. Feeling the surging power throughout his body, as if it were emerging from every cell, it surged and churned within him like a giant wave in a raging storm, uncontrollable.
This power is what truly amazes me; a power I've never experienced before is forming a massive cycle within my body, as if the power were born from nothing.
It felt incredibly good inside my body. My physical strength was more than ten times greater than before. My entire body felt like it was made of Vajra, constantly throbbing.
The slightest movement of the fingertips seemed to unleash boundless power. Pure power.
After a moment of silence, carefully assessing the situation, the Divine Bell Shield, which had cost one million points, now displayed its attributes: Divine Skill: Divine Bell Shield, 3000 layers, currently at the 3000-layer Vajra level. The next level requires ten million killing points.
Then I checked, and there were still 6.5 million kill points left. I upgraded, upgraded, and upgraded the Gentleman's Blade. The 650,000 kill points started to disappear frantically, and instantly there were still 5.85 million kill points left.
The Gentleman's Blade instantly transformed into a sturdy and sharp level 3000 weapon, capable of silencing and shattering. Each subsequent upgrade requires 10,000 points.
The blade was crackling with lightning and flames, its light almost white, terrifying people who dared not approach it, the blade being constantly tempered.
At this moment, the sharp blade gleamed without any light, mysterious and ethereal. The blade was like the coldest star in the night sky, hard and dazzling. Any object that touched it would be instantly cut into pieces.
It can be easily sliced apart like tofu. The divine talisman shield, the ghost wall, and ordinary formations cannot resist its sharpness. At this moment, the spirit of the Gentleman's Blade seems to have grown a bit more, reaching a full five feet in length.
The horrifying phenomenon lasted for the time it takes to burn half a candle, then slowly dissipated. The space seemed to have been shattered by such a sharp blade, becoming unbearable. Fine cracks disappeared and reappeared, repeating this process until it gradually calmed down.
Without hesitation, he used all 5 million killing points of the Thunderfire Heart Technique, which was currently at level 3000. Instantly, he reached level 3500 of the Thunderfire Heart Technique and the realm of Half-Saint.
At this moment, it seemed as if he had reached a certain bottleneck, and an awe-inspiring aura emanated from him, so majestic and so captivating.
Their own vitality seemed to become elusive and unpredictable. Sages were immortal, and their every move seemed to cause changes in the celestial phenomena, as if they were the masters of heaven and earth.
This feeling is very strange, quickly clearing away thoughts and detaching oneself from this state of becoming one with the heavens. If one becomes immersed in it and loses oneself, it is very difficult to return, and death will come in the next moment.
In my mind, I can grasp a sliver of insight and, in a moment of recognizing a person, seem to be able to see through their weaknesses and understand the laws governing the world. If I were to make any wild guesses about this feeling, I would be burning my life away. The secrets of heaven are unfathomable, truly unfathomable!
Suddenly, an unnamed karmic fire raged, burning everything, yet its source remained elusive. Pure white, frighteningly white, its intense heat seemed capable of melting even space itself, and the mysterious white flames appeared to be telling an ancient and enigmatic tale.
The nameless karmic fire burned everything, and all traces were now hidden. In the darkness, everything about oneself was concealed and disguised, making it impossible for anyone to find out.
Not only himself, but also the impurities all over his body, floating gently in the flames, burned away all traces and marks around him.
Moreover, the Ascension Grass fruit in his hand burned brighter and brighter, a wisp of black smoke rising from the white flames. It rolled and twisted, like a venomous snake coiling in the flames. At this moment, however, he was so frightened that he instinctively tried to run away.
Unfortunately, it was too late. They just ran around aimlessly, panicked and like headless flies. As if following some kind of will and driven by an instinct for survival, they turned into wisps of black smoke and scattered to escape.
The nameless karmic fire burns away all cause and effect in the world. The flames are transparent and pure white. Once you touch them, you will be instantly burned and unable to escape.
Tangible matter, intangible matter, some unseen existence in the darkness—all were burned to ashes by the flames of karma, returning to the dust of the world. Not a single clue was left behind.
However, although the black smoke appeared for a very short time and was very small and subtle, a sinister and terrifying feeling permeated the air, as if it were surging from the abyss of hell, carrying a nauseating stench and a sense of unease.
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