Chapter 850: The Times Are About to Change…
The wind did not move.
The sword intent moves first.
As soon as Chen Huai'an finished speaking, a sharp aura swept over them.
꺱府星놊敢꺶意.
Bi Yuewu's two halves of his body were right before my eyes; what a lesson to learn from the past!
"drink!"
A loud shout, like a thunderclap in a dry land.
The body of the 꺱府星 suddenly swelled, and its original appearance as a golden-armored god general instantly collapsed. Countless yellowish-brown rocks emerged from the void and attached themselves to its body.
In the blink of an eye.
A colossal spirit, ten zhang tall, stands across the floating peak.
He glanced at the sword in Chen Huai'an's hand, a mere toothpick-like ordinary weapon, and couldn't understand why Bi Yuewu was so surprised.
With a flick of his wrist, a massive bronze cauldron, about the size of a small dragon, appeared—his life-bound immortal artifact, the [Thick Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron].
The cauldron, engraved with mythical beasts of the river, descended upon Chen Huai'an with terrifying gravity that could suppress an entire realm.
"Mortal, let's see if you can bear the weight of this world!"
Before the cauldron even arrived, the wind pressure had already caused the white jade steps to crack inch by inch.
This is pure power.
놆꺶巧놊工놅重压.
Faced with this force, Chen Huai'an's white robes appeared as thin as a sheet of Xuan paper.
But Chen Huai'an didn't move.
He merely flicked the Black Scale Sword in his hand lightly.
"Zhao guest wears a silk tassel, Wu hook shines like frost and snow."
A low murmur arose.
The sound of swords rang out.
Chen Huai'an's figure suddenly faded away.
That immense gravity, strong enough to suppress a true dragon, seemed to lock him in place.
He was like a gentle breeze passing through the mountains, like moonlight reflected on the river.
꺶at ease.
꺶逍遥 (a phrase implying carefree ease or freedom).
꺱Fu Xing felt a blur before his eyes, and the deadly cauldron crashed into empty space with a loud bang, leaving a deep, bottomless crack in the floating peak.
"Where do you think you're going!"
The Star of the Thousand Stars roared, its giant body sweeping across the ground, countless spikes erupting from the earth like fangs, sealing off all escape routes.
Chen Huai'an stepped into the void, his figure weaving through the countless shattered rocks and earth spikes.
He spoke in a hurried yet slow manner, his chanting never ceasing.
"A silver saddle shines on a white horse, swift as a shooting star."
A flash of sword light appeared.
놊놆 is for blocking, while 놆 is for... traveling.
The sword light was incredibly fast, leaving a silvery-white afterimage in the air, like a shooting star chasing the moon, instantly closing in on the massive rocky body of the Star Lord.
"You're asking for it! Do you really think I'm some kind of clay puppet?!"
꺱府星놊惊꿯喜.
His body, made from collected star sand from the Milky Way, is so strong that it is indestructible and even immortal artifacts cannot harm him in the slightest.
Since you dare to get close, I'll crush you!
The giant rock hand suddenly closed, intending to smash the white flying insect into a pulp.
Chen Huai'an looked up.
His eyes held neither sorrow nor joy, only a deathly stillness and whiteness.
That murderous intent that could slay immortals.
"One man can be killed in ten steps."
Chen Huai'an handed over a sword.
This sword strike lacked both earth-shattering sword energy and dazzling brilliance.
There is only one kind of carefree joy permeated with the aroma of alcohol, and one kind of unrestrained arrogance that regards immortals and gods as worthless.
“A thousand miles away…I leave my mark.”
puff.
A soft sound.
It was as if a sharp blade was tearing through silk.
Chen Huai'an's figure passed right through the chest of the giant rock spirit.
With his back to the star, he gently brushed away the bloodstains on the sword's blade and slowly sheathed it.
Click.
Behind them, the colossal spirit, ten zhang tall and seemingly indestructible, suddenly froze in its tracks.
In the giant, rocky eyes of the man, the original rage and confidence transformed into extreme terror and bewilderment in an instant.
"This...this..."
His voice trembled.
A fine crack appeared between his brows and quickly spread throughout his body.
놊only놆rock녪shell.
Even the true form hidden within the sword, even the indestructible immortal soul of the sword, were neatly sliced apart by a rule called "Immortal Slaying" under this sword.
"Having accomplished his task, he left without a trace, concealing his identity and name."
Chen Huai'an casually uttered the last half of the poem.
Boom! ...
The giant rock collapsed.
Amidst the shattered fragments, the body of the Star Lord fell to the ground, a sword wound piercing through its chest, severing all life force.
"Cough...cough cough..."
꺱府星 lay on the ground, spitting out blood that stained the dust red.
Under some inexplicable rule, his immortal soul vanished rapidly like melting snow in charcoal.
But he did not beg for mercy. Instead, he stared intently at Chen Huai'an, his eyes revealing a madness that seemed to have seen through the secrets of heaven.
"The Immortal-Slaying Sword... the Immortal-Slaying Sword!"
While coughing up blood, 꺱府星 let out a miserable laugh that sounded like a night owl:
"Hahaha... Hahahaha!"
"No wonder! No wonder all the traps and mechanisms in this Nine Heavens Refining Profound Array are making things difficult for you..."
"Chen Huai'an, do you think you've won?"
"Do you think your enemies are only us 'immortals'?"
He struggled to lift his head, his unfocused pupils staring intently at the dark clouds in the sky.
"The...gods...are watching you."
"Everything you have, your sword, your legacy, even your breath... are all under the watchful eye of 'God'!"
"This time, you... still won!"
"I'm downstairs... waiting for you..."
Bang.
꺱府星’s head drooped, and he was lifeless.
A wisp of shattered, pale blue immortal soul had just drifted away when it was mercilessly swallowed by the vortex of sword intent in Chen Huai'an's eyes.
Above the floating peak, silence returned once more.
Chen Huai'an stood still, unmoved by the words spoken by the deceased Fuxing before his death.
He slowly raised his head.
His gaze pierced through the rolling thunderclouds and the massive Nine Heavens Refining Array, as if meeting the gaze of an invisible eye in the void.
"'God' is watching? Ha..."
A cold smile curled at the corner of Chen Huai'an's lips.
"Then let Him see it clearly."
With a flick of his wrist, the rusty axe appeared in his hand.
A surge of blood-related excitement instantly spread throughout my body.
This Nine Heavens Refining Mystery Array uses nine sky wells as its eyes, floating peaks as its bones, and this coffin as its heart, constructing a massive seal.
The spirit energy emanating from the remains in the coffin is used as soil. This turbid spirit energy, which is of no use to immortals, is transformed into celestial essence jade marrow, a resource that immortals can use. However, the spirit energy that cannot be condensed into celestial essence jade marrow is stored in the Nine Heavenly Wells to nourish the upper realm.
At that time, the coffin also locked away the 'turbid air' emanating from the person inside, preventing it from leaking out even a fraction.
As long as there is no 'turbid air' in this space, only spiritual energy filtered by the Nine Heavens Well, then as the spiritual energy spreads throughout the Nine Provinces, immortals can descend without restraint.
"Since immortals are afraid of this turbid air..."
Chen Huai'an exerted his strength and pulled the [Heaven-Opening Axe] out of the rock.
"Then, Lord, let this mortal realm..."
He raised his rusty axe high, aiming it at the eye of the floating peak array beneath his feet, at the black veins connecting to the sky.
"...No more purity!"
Boom!!!
He cleaved it down with an axe.
This axe splits the wood, splits the tree.
But it cleaved open a boundary called "Heaven and Earth".
Click—click—
The sound of shattering rang out from the top of the floating peak, spreading throughout the Nine Heavens Refining Array, throughout the entire Kunlun Mountains, throughout the famous rivers and lakes, and throughout the nine Heavenly Wells.
The black lightning chains connecting the coffin to the sky shattered inch by inch at that moment!
The array is no longer binding them.
Inside the coffin, there was a vast expanse of "turbid air," accumulated over millennia and containing endless resentment and karma.
Like a black dragon freed from its confinement, it roared as it charged into the underground palace, soaring into the clouds, and then—
It exploded!
The billowing, turbid air, like ink merging into a clear stream, instantly spread throughout the entire mortal realm of Earth.
Their turbid air is my spiritual air.
That day...
It's time for a change!
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