All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 609 - 210 The Land of Heavenly Gift

Chapter 609: Chapter 210 The Land of Heavenly Gift

The desolate wilderness stretches to the horizon, and the biting cold wind howls, snatching away all warmth. The people living on this land have no other choice but to migrate or to dig for a bit of food to fill their stomachs from the withered trees and the icebound rivers amidst the relentless and bone-chilling cold of day and night. They have no hope, only the absolute severity, cruelty, and harshness brought by the Frost Calamity.

The destructive wind is so terrifying that even the smallest spark would completely disappear in the dry and frigid cold, losing the ability to ignite anything at all.

Frost Calamity, Frost Calamity, all things pale under it. Only the cold frost stands strong in its demonic might, leaving only one in a hundred creatures alive in the northern parts of the North Mysterious Sacrifice Continent. The lucky ones have already migrated, while the unlucky ones continue to struggle in vain.

Most of them don’t lack the will to leave their homeland, but instead, they lack the ability to do so. Encased in the despair that gradually freezes in the ice, stripped of all hope until the final, deathly silence. This complete and unchanging despair causes all life and vitality to fall into an abyss of suffocation, and that is the power of the Frost Calamity.

It swallows the despair of those who have no choice but to forsake their homelands and seek refuge far away; it devours the despair of giving up on an original future only to fall into an even darker one; it consumes the despair of plants no longer able to sprout and lives that can no longer bloom.

Bitter, the taste of despair. And silence is the footnote of despair.

Its essence is frost, its power is calamity.

Bitter Silence Frost Calamity, this is the absolute abyss that once devoured half a continent in the distant past. Countless lives and futures were rewritten by it, falling into a dark, icebound abyss where there was no more hope, no future, no movement, no thriving vigor.

And now, it emerges once again, as if to replicate all that from the past. The exalted Great Heavenly Demon is about to awaken once again, dragging all beings into the abyss.

Until a sword from the Heavenly Tilt strikes from ten thousand miles away.

Until the sun appears once again.

Until warmth returns to the earth.

An Jing lifts his head.

As the Frost Calamity is struck down by the "Heavenly Will Sword," falling back to its sealing site in the Extreme North Icefield, the purple-cyan Fierce Flame that burns through the northern cold night sky starts to spread across the whole world.

Heavenly Will, the Heavenly Will Sword. By now, how could An Jing not see clearly that his Heavenly Mandate is the ’port’ used by the Huai Xu Heavenly Dao to wield its power?

Igniting the active Demonic Qi with the Heavenly Destiny Seven Fiends, enhancing the Doulu Immortal Fire, and then actively unsealing the inert Demonic Qi, so that the Doulu Immortal Fire can grow stronger—his actions have fulfilled all conditions to bring down Heaven’s Will. Therefore, Heaven’s Will descends, using the Evil Fragment in the sealed celestial palace as a sword, chopping down the Tribulation Soldiers of the Bitter Silence Great Heavenly Demon.

This is the true Heavenly Sword, hazy and indiscernible, immeasurable, unfathomable Heaven’s Will, embodying it in a sword, delivering its own Heavenly Tribulation.

Yes. This is the Heaven of the Huai Xu Great Realm... and he, the Heavenly Destiny Seven Fiends’ tribulation master, is its primer.

Now, An Jing can only serve as a primer, but in the future, he might truly be able to draw down Heaven’s Will with his own power and will, bringing down that irresistible cataclysm of Heaven’s Will.

"Heavenly Will Divine Sect... so that’s it..."

He murmurs to himself, "So it turns out, ’Heaven’ truly has its own will, although hazy and hard to articulate, ethereal and quiet, but it indeed exists."

And what exactly is His purpose?

Purple and blue Fierce Flames burned away all of the Demonic Qi from the Frost Calamity between heaven and earth, then, all the Fierce Flames converge, coalescing into cascading beams of light that hung in the air.

Threads of slender purple and blue light fell from the ends of the Heavenly Dome, like countless stars descending, resembling the stellar trajectories recorded in constellation maps, these lines met with the vast mountains and plains of the northern part of North Mysterious Sacrifice Continent, and continued to fall upon the ground in succession.

Not only around Broken Blade Mountain, but Dust Li, Baiyuan, Hanhai, Taiyuan, and even the Western Mountain of the Northern Sea, wherever the Frost Calamity had ravaged, the rain of light descended, teeming with endless vitality.

It swept over withered forests, with the warmth of the wind wafting through; everything desiccated began to recover, everything decrepit began to flourish, trees sprouted tender buds and new leaves, shrubs grew anew from the earth, verdant and lush as though spring had arrived in a mere instant.

It swept over the lifeless towns, unlocking frozen wells, banishing the bitter cold; starving people and the elderly sitting on their beds felt a surge of strength in their bodies, they stepped out with feeble, trembling steps from doors once sealed by frost, only to see branches in front of their homes laden with fruit.

It swept over the rivers and lakes that had completely turned into blocks of ice; the sound of ice shattering was like endless rolling thunder, stagnant rivers began to flow again, and once lifeless lakes bubbled with fish fry and shrimp once more.

Flame and wind swept through all things, filling them with vitality, banishing darkness; people’s words were full of laughter and incredible prayers, many prostrated themselves to Cangtian, worshiping the unceasing purple and blue meteors and beams of light above the Heavenly Dome.

Imperial Heaven paid no mind to these prayers; She simply did what She was meant to do.

And around Broken Blade Mountain, where the Doulu Immortal Fire in the form of long swords originated, the light that descended was the most profound; if elsewhere the descending light was scattered, merely a brief shower that stopped after a few minutes, then here it was like a storm cloud.

Overflowing Spirit Mechanism and Mysterious Primordial Qi sunk into the earth, flowing into the mountain ranges and peaks, nourishing the Earth Veins that moaned in pain due to numerous great battles, allowing An Jing to hear them—the painful moans transformed into cheerful cheers.

The almost completely erased Broken Blade Mountain Groves began to grow rapidly, recovering. Countless seeds that had not yet died began to germinate and spread, making the entire Broken Blade Mountain Range once again covered in green, even growing larger and more vibrant with life.

And where Broken Blade Peak, which was originally falling apart, and Primordial Spirit had collapsed, Yin Yang Spirit Fiend converged, causing the split mountain peak to slowly rise again; its twisted and intertwined forms created a spiral like a sword edge, unmatched in sharpness, its Sword Light piercing the Fire Cloud, reaching straight for the Heavenly Dome.

At the tip of this sword edge, purple and blue Doulu Immortal Fire burned, forming a vast Natural Great Formation that covered the entire Broken Blade Mountain Range.

And on the ground, the First-tier Sky Sword Mark, carved out by the Subdue Evil Sword, was twinkling with dazzling Spiritual Light, the Ten Directions Earth Veins converging towards it, forming a tangible Earth Vein that seemed visible to the naked eye.

The surging Earth Veins even retroactively affected the Earth Pulse Nodes of the past. In the half-destroyed ruins of Linjiang City, the Civil and Military Formation Plate spun up from the Earth Veins, then shattered and within the purple and blue Doulu Immortal Fire turned into an Eight Diagrams Tai Chi Formation Plate. It faintly connected with the sealed fairy palace deep within the Earth Veins. The huge Taiji Formation Plate spun, commanding the Spirit Land’s Earth Veins and nature’s spiritual energy around half of the Broken Blade Mountain Range.

And as this Eight Diagrams Tai Chi Formation Plate took shape, it flew straight towards An Jing without deviation, shrinking to a small Taiji Bagua Plate, and fell into his hands.

"It has recognized its master..."

Subdue Evil muttered to himself: "Can it be like this? Is Heaven so generous to Heavenly Mandate? Not even as an actual son could one be overly favored, right?"

"Not even an actual son of Heaven might do what Heavenly Mandate has managed to do."

An Jing didn’t find it strange at all. Holding the Array Plate, he suddenly understood—in possession of this Array Plate, he was the master of the Earth Veins of Broken Blade Mountain Range, he could ’Earth Escape’ at will, control ’Earth Vein Power’, and possess various Divine Skills that even now he found difficult to articulate.

And he was very familiar with this kind of ability.

It was precisely the power of Da Chen Emperor’s Blood, capable of the feats within the territory of the Da Chen Empire.