Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 664 - 664 663 Silent Ending 1

664: Chapter 663 Silent Ending 1 664: Chapter 663 Silent Ending 1 In the Pocket World, Tang Yan started trouncing the Sword Cultivators.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have been able to do this, but he had now transformed into Superman, his strength a multiple of what it was at its peak, and the trend was still continuing!

Strength is every Cultivator’s dream, and nobody would refuse it; but the paradox was that he was increasingly terrified of his growing strength.

After nearly unrestrained output, the Sword Cultivator’s Vertical Escape Sword Strike began to show flaws—not because the Sword Cultivator’s techniques were not exquisite enough, but because no one could remain calm under the current state he was in.

In fact, he was surprised that the Sword Cultivator had held on until now.

If it had been in the outside world, he wouldn’t have been confident he could defeat him—a tie at best.

That the Shan Sect Quanzhen had such a person hidden within their ranks was truly beyond imagination.

He was very patient and knew that he couldn’t take such a person lightly, not expecting a fierce onslaught of techniques to solve the problem.

So, even endowed with all energies, he was still waiting for the best opportunity to secure victory.

Now, the Sword Cultivator’s Flying Sword had begun to show signs of disarray by chance, and the moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

In the fluttering of his fingers and palms, a large Fire Technique formed in midair, illuminating half the sky.

This was the Fire Hell Realm, a Fire System Array which he could not normally cast by himself, but now he could do anything.

The scope of Fire Hell was so vast that not even the Sword Cultivator’s Vertical Escape could avoid it.

Against such a fiery backdrop, thousands of sparks fell from the sky, as though the entire sky were ablaze.

Watching the Sword Cultivator stagger within his Fire Formation, Tang Yan pointed with one hand, “Quickly!”

The kite that had been circling overhead without ever falling for an attack turned into a beam of white light and shone downward, greatly restricting the Sword Cultivator’s speed of escape.

He used a valuable Primordial Yang Seed to buy time for the following attack.

Subsequently, the three Fire Beasts that had been circling and tracking him suddenly encircled the Sword Cultivator.

This time, the Sword Cultivator could not escape.

The kite became light and covered him, and the Fire Crow, Fire Snake, and Fire Turtle gathered together again.

This was Tang Yan’s most powerful spell combination, which he had cast at the beginning of the fight.

Unfortunately, he had not caught anyone then, but now, repeating the old trick, he was fully confident.

The Three Jiao Heart Fire was no ordinary fire, mysterious and unpredictable, especially after it hit someone, it would undergo a transformation—this was where Tang Yan placed his hopes.

He was confident that once the Sword Cultivator was hit by the Three Jiao Heart Fire, he would neither be able to live nor die.

Unless the Sword Cultivator merged with his sword again, but in doing so, he would lose the influence over the collapsing speed of the Pocket World.

In other words, he no longer had to worry about expanding too fast.

Regardless of the outcome, he held the winning cards.

The three Fire Birds pressed towards the Sword Cultivator, but his actions puzzled Tang Yan; he didn’t use the Flying Sword to block but rather, with a flash of sword light, turned the precious kite into ash.

It didn’t matter.

Although the Primordial Yang Seed was precious, if he could kill the Sword Cultivator with it, such a loss would be worth it.

The fire had enclosed into a circle, and no matter where he tried to break out, the Sword Cultivator would inevitably come into contact with the Three Jiao Heart Fire, but his Flying Sword was outside.

There was no longer any suspense, and for the first time since entering the Pocket World, Tang Yan took a deep breath of relief.

As the flames licked down, two brilliant glows—one yellow, one blue—suddenly burst from behind the Sword Cultivator at the center of the fiery circle.

First, the yellow glow swept through, and the heap of fire became like a bonfire that had much dirt thrown onto it, the bright and searing gleam suddenly dimmed.

The blue light swept down, extinguishing all brightness, including the trio of fire creatures—the fire crow, the fire snake, and the fire turtle…

Tang Yan stood frozen in place, keenly aware of the essence of the two bursts of light.

The yellow was earth, and the blue was water, perfectly suited for extinguishing fires.

His emotions were incredibly complex at that moment.

He had prepared for this attack for a long time, laying much groundwork, only to discover that his opponent was fully capable of effortlessly defending against his fire techniques.

The most terrifying aspect was how deeply the person had hidden their defensive measures, preferring to resolve the threat with the more dangerous Fusion of Man and Sword, yet still keeping their trump card until the end, until its most valuable moment.

As a result, he had invested too much of his energy into his fire techniques, even though he had other means at his disposal.

Overwhelmed by extreme disappointment, his mind momentarily faltered, and though he quickly rallied, that brief vulnerability had already been seized by the forces in the shadows!

Could there really be entities that didn’t conform to the regulations of the Upper Realm set by the Heavenly Dao?

Destined to ascend but not yet ascended?

Clouds began to gather in the sky of the Pocket World, foreboding thunder…

The situation was unsustainable, the ascendancy to the Upper Realm was the inevitable trend, and it could no longer be reversed.

With a desire to cry but no tears to shed, Tang Yan’s dream of several decades was ruthlessly destroyed, a fate more painful than death itself.

From afar, the Sword Cultivator’s voice carried over, “Congratulations to Tang Zhen, the True Inheritor, for advancing further up the hundred-foot pole.

This junior sends his sincerest blessings…

Farewell, there is no need for you to worry about the Spiritual Green beyond this world, for this junior shall gladly bear the burden.”

The malicious words burrowed into his ears, but Tang Yan had no time to care about them now.

He had to focus on preparing for his next opponent, the Arbiter—Heavenly Dao.

There was no time to concern himself with the Sword Cultivator he so detested.

Every aspect of his body was in an extremely expanded state whether it was his mana or his spirit, all in perfect condition, which would be seen as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a normal Cultivator, yet for him, it was filled with sorrow.

How could the Heavenly Dao possibly allow a Cultivator to take such advantage of the heavens?

Utilizing power that was not your true strength to vie for a higher position, the looming punishment sent shivers down his spine.

Although he didn’t yet know what the punishment would be, it was inescapable.

The mainstream understanding in the Cultivation World was to try not to seek ascension in enclosed spaces like Pocket Worlds, but rather within the sufficiently expansive natural system; because the laws of small worlds are slightly different from those of the outside world.

These differences might not be noticeable on a regular basis, but during ascension, the impact could be profound, ranging from a significant reduction in one’s strength to the complete severance of one’s Daoist Path.

But now Tang Yan had no choice.

He couldn’t leave, nor could he stop the progression; the situation was tasteless like stale food, yet too precious to abandon…

If it were for pride, embracing the power of ascension and perishing together with the Sword Cultivator in this Pocket World would become a legendary tale worth singing and weeping over.

If it were for mere survival, not caring what Elixir was formed, he would gain at least another two hundred years of life.

It wasn’t impossible that a solution to his problem might be found, right?

Tang Yan pondered back and forth, struggling to choose between a spectacular death and a life of silent endurance.

In the end, he chose to bear the indignity and endure.

Just as he had previously advised the Sword Cultivator, at least, his actions were consistent with his words.