Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 486 - 480: Dark Sun 15

Chapter 486: Chapter 480: Dark Sun 15

About twenty miles from the great formation, atop a grayish-white cliff.

Lin Xin, bearing a densely packed array of sword blades on his back like a giant fan, quietly gazed in the direction of the formation.

"An alliance of the Six Sects... they do possess some talent,"

In his heart there was no sorrow or joy, no shock or fear, he simply stood calmly at the edge of the cliff, as if what he faced was not the army of the united Six Sects but just a leisurely outing.

"Direct confrontation, with three divine weapons, I’m indeed no match, however..."

A cold smirk curled at the corner of Lin Xin’s mouth.

He lifted his right hand, and a blood-red longsword slowly ascended, hovering beside him.

Hiss...

Hiss hiss hiss hiss...

In an instant, within a few dozen meters around Lin Xin, blades of Blood Swords slowly rose into the air.

Dozens of sword blades slowly rotated, their bodies carved with dense, numerous formation patterns.

All the sword blades surrounded Lin Xin, tips pointing down as if they had just been pulled out from deep within the ground.

Lin Xin drew a sword technique with his hand.

At once, all the blades swiftly flipped over, their tips now pointing upward, at an angle towards the sky.

"Majestic heavenly might, summoning the flames of earth and demonic spirits, Myriad Swords Feather Spirit, Blood Return Technique!!"

In his hands, palms suddenly blossomed like lotus flowers, countless hand seals and sword techniques erupted in the blink of an eye, leaving trails of afterimages.

Lin Xin fiercely narrowed his eyes, and his hands finally formed the Sword Finger, pointing into the void in front of him.

Hum....

The sword fan on his back vibrated abruptly.

Hiss hiss hiss hiss!!!

In just the blink of an eye, the swords behind him shot up into the sky, turning into streaks of black light flying towards the distant formation.

The dozens of Blood Swords hovering beside him followed swiftly, like a dense flurry of arrows, flying towards the great formation of the Six Sects in the distance.

Watching from afar as the swarm of swords fell like locusts towards the distance, Lin Xin’s mouth twisted into a cruel smile.

He withdrew the Jade Immortal Bow in his hand, took a step forward, and stepped into the void.

With a hum, his entire being abruptly vanished in the mid-air of the cliff.

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The great formation of the Six Sects.

Within the Vermilion Bird camp, several cultivators were sitting together, a black and white Go board before them as they chatted and played to pass the time.

Suddenly, it seemed someone heard a faint sound from afar in the sky, pausing with the Go piece just lifted. "Did you all hear anything?"

The person frowned slightly.

"What sound?" another female cultivator said indifferently.

"It seems like a swooshing sound, as if something is flying this way."

The speaking cultivator knitted his brows.

Their expressions grew serious immediately, and they all looked up into the sky.

"Even if there is an enemy attack, with the Six Sects joining forces and the solid Pan Ying Formation we’ve created, along with the five elders holding the divine weapons of our sects, we have nothing to worry about,"

one calmly stated.

"Perhaps this is a probe by the Pine Forest? I’ve heard they’re adept with Talisman Swords; could this be a forefront to their techniques?"

one speculated.

"Sister Su Wan, what do you think?"

Su Wan’s brows were slightly furrowed. She recalled the encounter from years ago when they were surrounded by the Bug Mother, and she saw that Lin Xin who excelled in Talisman Swords.

"The Talisman Sword of Pine Forest does indeed have its formidable aspects. With the accumulation of these years and the resources spent, it’s understandable to use Talisman Swords for probing,"

she affirmed.

In fact, she had already left the Wind-Riding Sect to join the Mysterious Leaf Cult. The Mysterious Leaf Cult was not optimistic about the alliance of the Six Sects, and she had no idea why she had come this time; she was just an onlooker and had no intention to intervene.

Whether it was the Six Sects or the Pine Forest, the outcome had nothing to do with her.

With her current pinnacle of Foundation Establishment, she was sent out more to find her own opportunity to achieve Core Formation.

"I wonder what the Mysterious Leaf Cult is thinking, sending only Sister Su Wan here. Pine Forest is just a singular faction. If they had the ability to withstand the combined power of the Six Sects, they would have long since sought dominance over the Southern Prefecture. In such a guaranteed victory, why hesitate?"

"Looking before and after, wary of every possible issue, Mysterious Leaf Cult has always kept out of many matters, but this is also a flaw. To obtain substantial benefits, one must bear substantial risks," another cultivator chuckled. "If the Mysterious Leaf Cult won’t even take such small risks, then there’s no point in discussing further. It’s only natural for them to stagnate."

Su Wan could naturally hear the whispering exchanges of the cultivators around her; the distance was too close, and her spiritual power far exceeded theirs. It was like someone whispering in her ear—she couldn’t help but hear it.

She was actually unclear about the Mysterious Leaf Cult’s intentions. If not for her own quest to find an opportunity for Core Formation, the Mysterious Leaf Cult would probably not be willing to send anyone at all.

"However, if the Sect Hierarch has a plan, it’s not something you lower-class fodders can comprehend," Su Wan silently sneered in her heart.

She had an intuition that everyone in the Six Sects was dissatisfied with the Mysterious Leaf Cult’s decision not to join the alliance, but she felt that the person from the Pine Forest Sword Sect must have an ace up his sleeve. This was merely what she deduced from the eyes and tone of the Mysterious Leaf Cult Sect Hierarch.

This battle wouldn’t end so easily.

She was certain of it.

Looking up, the crowd could now see a group of specks appearing in the sky above them. Those were the Blood Swords led by Black Swords, densely packed and hurtling towards the camp.

"Talisman Swords? The highest level of Pine Forest’s Talisman Swords is only Third Grade; what use could they be against Elder Yuan Jing’s power, no matter how many there are?"

someone scoffed disdainfully.

Some cultivators who were displeased with Su Wan even began mocking under their breath.

"The Mysterious Leaf Cult abstains from joining the alliance this time, but once the Six Sects divide up Pine Forest and gain in strength, they will have their regrets."

"Perhaps this probe will reveal a glimpse of Pine Forest’s strength."

Su Wan awaited with anticipation.

She ignored the idle gossip and focused on the rain of swords slowly descending overhead. Her originally relaxed expression gradually became tense.

"This is wrong, it’s not Third Grade!"

She was suddenly alarmed and swiftly moved to the side, activating her Escape Skill. In the blink of an eye, she appeared at the edge of the large Formation, dozens of meters away.

At that moment, the first Black Sword made contact with the Six Sects’ Formation.

The first black Longsword penetrated the Protective Shield of the Formation as easily as a needle through tofu, sticking firmly in place, suspended in mid-air.

There was a pause for one second.

Boom!!!

An earth-shattering explosion erupted above everyone’s heads.

Endless blood-red flames, like blood dyeing white paper, turned the entire sky above the Six Sects’ Formation blood-red.

The Formation’s Protective Shield violently shuddered as it united the resources of the Six Sects and the Array Masters, drew from the earth’s meridians, and connected to the tremendous power of five Yuan Jing elders—a Formation touted as the strongest in the Third Grade.

But even the strongest Third Grade was still Third Grade, unable to break through to the Fourth Grade realm.

It could withstand numerous attacks at the Third Grade level, but it was ineffective against the Fourth Grade.

The explosion of just one Black Sword instantly blew a massive hole in the sky above the Formation.

Shsht shsht shsht!!!

Dozens of swords fell like arrows in the rain.

Boom boom boom boom!!

Every sword blade that fell caused a terrible explosion that shook the ground. The blood-black Demonic Flame crazily spewed about, the Fourth Grade Golden Core level flames spreading everywhere, igniting everything they touched.

In a mere blink of an eye, the entire camp became a sea of fire.

Numerous cultivators scattered, each ducking and defending themselves.

"Heavenly Dew Descends."

An old voice emanated from within the Golden Jade Sect’s camp.

It was Zhao Yunfeng.

He soared into the sky, with circles of green ripples undulating around him. An ancient, exquisitely crafted golden ruler floated beside him, emitting a faint golden glow.

The green aura dispersed, and countless droplets of rain fell down, striking the demonic flames and gradually extinguishing them.

It quickly suppressed the chaos caused by the explosions.

"Do not panic. It’s just a surprise attack from the enemy. With the Formation to protect us, after blocking some of the force, the remaining power won’t cause us much harm," Zhao Yunfeng called out sternly.

His words promptly restored some semblance of order to the chaotic camp.

The recent attack was fierce, damaging many Formation Patterns of the Six Sects’ Formation, but it inflicted little harm to the crowd.

The Six Sects had brought these low and mid-level cultivators mainly to roundup the remaining enemies in the pine forest, never expecting the enemy to catch them off guard first.

Zhao Yunfeng felt indignant and was about to fly towards the direction whence the rain of swords had come to check on the situation.

However, his gaze inadvertently swept over the crowd in the camp and spotted a figure.

His heart chilled; he looked carefully again.

He saw, standing among the crowd, a strange man in black, shouldering four Longswords, who appeared at some unknown time.

The man looked up and gave him a small smile. Pulling out a golden Longsword from the furthest back on his left.

"Enemy attack!!!" Zhao Yunfeng’s expression changed drastically, and he bellowed furiously as his Soul Domain unfolded. He gripped the golden ruler in his hand and fiercely struck towards the man’s head.

But it was too late. A Yuan Jing elder attempting a surprise attack on cultivators of lower ranks was as easy as eating or drinking.

"Desire to Assimilate."

A faint shout.

The golden light exploded suddenly.

This time, an exceedingly more powerful golden flame prevailed over the previous rain of swords.

Countless golden fireballs, like living beings, scattered from the center, shooting in all directions.

The first to be hit were the cultivators standing near Lin Xin, who turned to ashes in the blink of an eye where the golden fire passed.

"Sun True Fire!?!"

Xiao Yiran, the Plum Blossom Sect’s Flying Locust Needle user also appeared, hovering in the air, her face contorted. A pale white Soul Domain radiated from her, enveloping down.

Regrettably, unless it was a fully compatible rule-based Soul Domain, normally two different Soul Domain rules cannot overlap in the same space.

Her released Soul Domain conflicted with Zhao Yunfeng’s, and its power was not as effective as if they were combined.

Looking down from above, the entire camp instantly became an Asura Hell, the thousands of cultivators who came to subdue their enemies were scorched to death or seriously injured by the Sun True Fire in an instant.

The Soul Domains of the two Yuan Jing elders had virtually no effect. Facing the domineering Sun True Fire, they could only struggle to slow its speed and power.

However, the reduced power was still too much for the disciples and cultivators of the Sects to withstand.

Xiao Yiran watched with eyes about to burst from their sockets. Many of the injured or dead disciples were under her leadership. The tyranny of the Sun True Fire was akin to massacre against cultivators below the Golden Core level.

This true fire ignited everything it touched, and Protective Aura was useless against it. The aura, in fact, could even carry the true fire inside the body through the circulation of Spiritual Energy, causing faster death from burning.

At that moment, Zhao Yunfeng’s golden ruler also struck the top of Lin Xin’s head.

Clang!!

A silver Longsword had appeared in Lin Xin’s hand at some unknown time, firmly blocking the ruler’s strike.

But densely packed golden sparks splattered from the ruler, raining down fiercely onto his body like a shower of swords.

The incessant sound of metallic pings filled the air.