Dominating Martial King
Chapter 622: 290 Time Trace (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 622: Chapter 290 Time Trace (Please Subscribe)

The Time Secret Realm’s temperature shot up rapidly as a hundred-zhang-long Tengshe burst through the volcano’s crater.

Within less than two breaths, Chu Xisheng found the knife handle he pressed with his right hand had become scalding hot.

The hundred-zhang-long Tengshe was now merely an arm’s length away from their cave, less than twenty zhangs distant.

Zhou Liangchen looked at the huge snake head spewing fire from its nostrils outside, and its fiercely burning vertical pupils, his face turning pale.

He dared to face any strong adversary with his sword.

The problem was that this Tengshe could incinerate them to ashes with a single breath.

Zhou Liangchen dreaded that they might not escape this time.

Bai Xiaozhao, who was nibbling on pine nuts, also held the half-eaten nuts with her limbs and body stiffening in shock.

However, Chu Xisheng remained very calm.

He clapped his hands together, forming a Dao Seal, “I summon the Heavenly Balance Holy Sword!”

At that moment, the entire sky behind Chu Xisheng suddenly cracked open.

It was like shattered glass, spreading countless fractures.

A long sword with a turquoise hue suddenly pierced through the void.

This sword had a very peculiar design; the blade was square, and the tip wasn’t very sharp, resembling an iron ruler fused with a sword handle.

On the blade, there were indeed scales for ‘feet, inches, centimeters’ and ‘pounds, ounces, grams’.

In an instant, Chu Xisheng’s right hand grasped the handle of the sword.

At that moment, he understood how to use this sword.

The law of measuring could gauge the lengths and widths of heaven and earth, the sizes of things, the weight of objects.

This was the Heavenly Rules of the Measuring Heaven Saintly Inheritance.

At this time, the hundred-zhang-long Tengshe had just fired two beams of ‘Innate Li Fire Divine Light’ from its eyes.

It intended to burn Chu Xisheng and the duo inside the small cave to ashes.

To everyone’s surprise, the beams of red light, which should have been straight, twisted mid-flight and struck the left mountain wall.

The hundred-zhang-long Tengshe paused, then unleashed two more beams of ‘Innate Li Fire Divine Light.’ However, just like before, these straight beams curved mid-way and blasted the right mountain wall.

Bai Xiaozhao, who had resigned herself to death and closed her eyes, now opened them and looked on in astonishment at the scene unfolding outside.

“Amazing, the Tengshe’s Innate Li Fire Divine Light can actually turn corners?”

“That’s not turning corners,” Zhou Liangchen said, shaking his head with a wry smile, “It’s the master who is using the ‘Heavenly Balance Sword’ to twist the surrounding space—”

Meanwhile, doubts began to rise in his heart.

Exactly how much Merit did Chu Xisheng possess? Not only did he summon the sub-body of the ‘Heavenly Balance Holy Sword,’ but he also maintained it for so long?

Just as Zhou Liangchen finished speaking, the hundred-zhang-long Tengshe suddenly inhaled again and then spewed a boundless spray of red flames.

However, to its confusion, the red flames, capable of melting metal, took a full breath to shoot forward just three zhang.

Shockingly, the flames were veering to the side.

Confused yet increasingly angry, the Tengshe shook its body and charged toward the cave entrance, its vigor as powerful as a forceful wave crashing into a mountain.

But in the next instant, the Tengshe slammed into the side of the mountain wall, causing rubble to collapse.

Chu Xisheng’s feet trembled as sand and stones from the cave’s ceiling rained down.

Luckily, the mountain cave was extremely sturdy.

For over ten thousand years, the mouth of the cave had never been sealed by the external molten lava; there was a reason for that.

At this time, the stele emanated dark vapors, which generated sword Qi outside the cave’s structure, wounding the hundred-zhang-long Tengshe all over.

Chu Xisheng focused all his thoughts, intently studying the text and images on the stele.

Though his face appeared as calm as ever and his eyes unflinching, inside he was growing increasingly anxious.

Chu Xisheng was running out of Merit.

He only had enough Merit to summon the Fourth Grade sub-body of the ‘Heavenly Balance Holy Sword’ for fifteen breaths.

The images on the stele, however, were getting more and more complex.

Six breaths ago, Chu Xisheng thought he had memorized all nine images.

But upon a closer look, he realized there were details in the images that he hadn’t noticed before, which were now increasing and becoming more profound.

But just then, Chu Xisheng suddenly paused as a strange light flashed in his eyes.

It was the Formless Heavenly Seal within his Primordial Spirit.

It recorded the value of his Merit accrued at the Formless Divine Sect, with changes reflected by any increase or decrease.

Yet, the fluctuating values in the ‘Formless Heavenly Seal’ were incomprehensible to him now.

‘Nine billion, nine hundred ninety-nine million, nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred ninety-nine’ minus ‘one thousand’ equals ‘nine billion, nine hundred ninety-nine million, nine hundred ninety-eight thousand, nine hundred ninety-nine.’

A look of surprise and doubt flickered across Chu Xisheng’s eyes.

His original Merit was just over fifteen thousand, and after using the ‘Heavenly Balance Holy Sword’ for nine breaths, it had dropped to six thousand.

But at this moment, it turned into ‘999999999’!

Of course, the Formless Heavenly Seal contained traditional characters from this world.

Chu Xisheng’s expression was bizarre—it felt like he had turned on a cheat code, locking his mana bar to use skills without limit.

With a thought, Chu Xisheng realized this must be someone from the Formless Divine Sect intervening.

This was the advantage of having high-level connections—

With his mind eased, he then extended his hand and increased the distance between the Blood Pond and the stele somewhat.

From less than five feet, he extended it to nearly fifty feet.

Zhou Liangchen was struggling to control the blood mist, which had been taken over by Little Zhao, who was using the fierce wind pressure to drive the mist to a corner of the cave.

The two alternating, they could barely manage to keep the blood mist from touching the stele.