All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 561 - 163: The Hidden Edge

Chapter 561: Chapter 163: The Hidden Edge

Feeling the ’Yin Ming Evil’ accumulating within him, and tempering the ’Gold Fiend’s Edge’ within the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban in his body, An Jing put into practice his own comprehension of ’Using Moon Evil to Guide the Gold Edge,’ constantly advancing the progression of his Taibai Luminous Godly Ban.

Who would have thought that the gossip he got from Subdue Evil about West Mother and White Emperor could actually be applied in reality?

An Jing didn’t have to go looking for trouble with the Taiming Sect, because one of their True Persons came to him with trouble on their own initiative.

"Master Xie, you’re certainly cautious."

With such thoughts in mind, An Jing still tightly gripped the long sword in his hand. He grinned, revealing a satisfied smile, and stared intently with his red pupils at the distant Guanming Sword: "Have you ever thought that if you had just come slashing with all your might, I would have died right here?"

Xie Gusu remained silent. His expression was surprised, yet not entirely shocked. It was almost impossible for An Jing to stop his Sword Qi empowered by Divine Skill with a single strike, but for the Jiuli Commanding General, it wasn’t strange at all.

As for striking with full force? Xie Gusu was well aware that he could gamble. Gamble that by striking with all his might, he could directly kill his target, but more likely, An Jing still had means to counter, and he could even break the Netherworld space with that full-force strike and escape.

Even if he couldn’t escape, if his full-force strike missed, wasting the power within the Formation Realm in his body, it would give An Jing a chance to escape.

Therefore, instead of giving An Jing any chance to escape and exploit, it would be better to slowly cut the meat with a dull knife, bit by bit collapsing An Jing’s vitality.

Another Sword Wind howled fiercely like the raging tides of the Nether Sea. This bone-corroding gale struck An Jing’s blood-drenched body straight-on, sending him flying once again, causing even his bones, as tough as divine weapons, to crack open, spurting out broken pieces and hot blood.

But these cold Nether Qi winds were dispersed by the rising, surging vitality within his body, shattered, and did not truly erode his insides; instead, they became an opportunity for him to temper and refine himself.

Like a leaf drifting in the violent wind, An Jing turned with difficulty in midair, landing on the ground and shaking off the blood drenching his body.

Facing the True Person of Divine Repository and receiving two hard strikes, he had not yet died, but he had sustained severe injuries, ones he had not suffered even from the successive battles before.

—Ha. Three Divine Repositories, Manifesting Holy incarnates, Heavenly Demon besieging, Da Chen Sects allied with Heaven’s Will for an ambush... These people really hold me in high regard!

Raising his head and meeting the expressionless Master Xie eye to eye, An Jing was very clear that even with his remaining trump cards, he had indeed been forced into an unprecedented dire situation.

He could even be certain that this time, there would definitely be no external force to help him escape from this predicament.

Weng Cuiyu’s burning Dragon Qi pushed back the Da Chen Envoy, the Northern Patrol took the You Patrol Envoy away, the Immaculate Wood had just blocked You Patrol Envoy’s Divine Skill and had used up all its power, and the spirituality stored in the Demon Core of the Primordial Spirit Sword Lotus had also been used for continuously healing his body.

The spiritual power in the Dragon Bottle must be reserved for activating the Token of Divine Skill at a critical moment, or to use other Divine Skills and could not be easily utilized.

At this point, he could only rely on his own strength, to overcome this challenge, to survive this catastrophe.

Because, whether it was the Heavenly Dao, Taiming Sect, or even Da Chen and Tianyi Demon Sect, the True Demon, Heavenly Demon, and other Sects... Everyone wanted to see.

To see his true ’limit’.

They wanted to see An Jing’s real descent into despair, to watch him fight for his life, or perhaps simply die cleanly and neatly on the spot, to become yet another fallen genius, the first to emerge and the first to fall as a Divine Mandate.

And An Jing himself?

At the brink of life and death, pressed to the extreme by crisis, dancing with death, neighboring malicious forces... Embracing this all-too-familiar ’Feeling’ and ’Pressure,’ An Jing’s eyes, however, revealed an excitement and anticipation that could not be deeper.

This was the feeling.

He was familiar with this feeling.

An Jing was not actually someone with a very strong desire. He did not actively pursue being the strongest, nor would he deliberately fight with others; he could live quietly until death in a familiar region, and he would not necessarily need to change people and matters outside his horizon.

But he knew he was extraordinary. An Jing knew he had both the talent and the capability, capable of accomplishing many things, defeating many monsters, overcoming numerous enemies—An Jing was aware that he had the ability to do so, but he had no reason to act, no desired life to live, nor crucial goals to achieve.

Should he be described as an unparalleled Edge Blade, he too must undergo tempering and sharpening before being used to slay enemies.

If he were in a peaceful world, he surely would sleep through it until death; neither sad nor happy, living an utterly ordinary life.

However, whether fortunately or unfortunately, in his past or present life, An Jing never had the chance to sleep so soundly.

War. Catastrophe. A world filled with malice, people brimming with evil intent.

A world lacking righteousness, lost kings of declining virtue, a corrupt society...

Continuously, there were those who dared tread on the lion’s tail, to touch the dragon’s inverse scale, invoking the slumbering beast to awaken, the hidden sword to reveal its edge.

If that’s the case, then awaken and sweep all of it away.

This is the retribution all beings deserve, the [Seven Fiend Great Calamity] of every creature and spirit.

It was because of this very essence that upon acquiring Divine Skills, An Jing instantly comprehended the ’Wounding Sword Qi’ Art of Magic.

This is how he is, a lion in need of awakening, an edge requiring forging to reveal its Sharpness.

"The vitality is weakening."

At this moment, Xie Gusu narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

He noticed An Jing’s life force being eroded by his own Minghai Wind, suppressed by the power of his Netherworld Energy, so without any hesitation, he intensified his onslaught, determined to force out An Jing’s hidden abilities. "What profound foundations; even an ordinary Martial Meridian should be exhausted by now, he must have a Magic Artifact within him for storing vast amounts of Spirit Qi, capable of activating Divine Token Skills."

"But now, you’ve weakened to such an extent, can it be that you still won’t use your last resort?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Xie Gusu made his move. His Whole Body exploded with sinuous white Qi waves like dragons, charging forward with a thunderous roar, his sword flashing with ghostly light as he struck at An Jing, who spat out a mouthful of bloody scent!

Amid the torrential Netherworld rain curtain, a startlingly glorious Sword Light suddenly lit up, aiming directly for An Jing’s head!

Before the edge of the sword arrived, An Jing’s shoulder was pierced by the overbearing Sword Intent, exploding into a burst of blood.

’Inevitable!’ Faced with the unforeseen assault of the Divine Repository’s True Person, An Jing had no choice but to play his final card!

With a hum accompanied by a dragon’s roar, the Dragon Storing Bottle floated up out of nowhere and suspended above An Jing’s head, casting down streams of incomparably pure Refined Spirit Evil, visibly mending An Jing’s injuries at a rapid pace—furthermore, it exerted its full power to feed a Divine Skill Token, causing countless layers of heavy clouds to stack up like the seas and mists of Cloud Mountain, as the Heart Sword materialized out of thin air, transforming into a surging Soul Essence Sword Formation, encircling An Jing’s Whole Body!

As the Guanming Sword slashed down, it collided with the Zuohuan Sect’s Heart Sword Formation, unexpectedly creating an unexpected reaction—originally stagnant, the Heart Sword became animated upon contact with the Netherworld Energy, as if a Netherworld Great Formation, formerly devoid of souls, suddenly became full of Soul Spirits propelling its operation. The completely revitalized Heart Sword transformed into countless spectral soldiers and generals, forming an even more immense Battle Formation, and withstood Xie Gusu’s Sword Light!

"What?"

Despite his expectations, Xie Gusu couldn’t help but be momentarily shocked: "The Zuohuan Sect’s Enlightenment Heart Sword Formation? But why this Transformation?!"

But An Jing was not surprised at all.

As Subdue Evil had speculated, the Taiming Sect and Zuohuan Sect were originally one and the same. The Heart Sword his teacher had once fought with, capable of awakening the Spirituality of Heaven and Earth for the sword, certainly wasn’t initially meant to stir the spirituality of nature’s spirits. For in this world, there exists another being, originally endowed with the greatest Spirituality, yet due to certain reasons had become clouded in consciousness, reduced to a mere chaotic and dull creature.

That is the Ghostly Soul, the Netherworld Ghost God!

From the very beginning, the relationship between Zuohuan Sect and Taiming Sect was incredibly unusual, even their Sword Arrays were mutually enhancing and restraining!