Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 488 - 482 Dark Sun 17

Chapter 488: Chapter 482 Dark Sun 17

Lin Xin floated silently in the air.

This world was far more dangerous than the Human Race could imagine. Could just these few Yuan Jing Cultivators ensure the peace and harmony of the southern region? The thought of the joyful gods of that level he had seen in the Outer Regions, and the terrifying number of ninety-nine deities, made Lin Xin sigh.

Humans were too weak.

Constantly faced with threats from the outside world, without the protective shield of the Yang membrane, without Sun Spring, the Human Race might not even have the right to survive.

At this time, he somewhat understood the sacrifices made by the people of the Radiance Society, who gave their all for the cause of rising up.

"I’m grateful that you all could play with my avatar for so long," he sighed. "It’s just a pity, the game is over."

The Free Attributes he obtained from killing those Yuan Jing had been completely digested by now, and with the added points from the mass killed by his recent spell, Lin Xin’s Free Attributes were like a fountain, endlessly supplying him with more points.

Adding up the over three hundred attributes he had saved up before, if he killed the few people in front of him, he estimated he could elevate his average points to a thousand.

He thought so to himself.

The five Yuan Jing had expended a great deal, now realizing that the person who they had fought for so long was just the other’s avatar.

Their mood instantly plunged to rock bottom.

Vermilion Bird Master swept his gaze around, and within miles, everything was trapped under a huge bloody Protective Shield; the sky and the ground were covered in a thin layer of red.

"Daoist friend, this is actually a misunderstanding...." He laughed dryly twice, conjuring the Vermilion Bird Divine Seal with his hands, "We were originally just coming to discuss an alliance with you, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding...."

As he spoke unbelievable nonsense, he carefully retrieved a black, spike-like object from his sleeve behind his back.

The tip of the object writhed and twisted, and a massive black mouth in its center slowly opened and closed, consuming indescribable, mysterious auras from the surrounding air.

"How about I give this treasure to you as compensation? If we had communicated properly before, we could have sat down and...."

Shh!

In an instant, Lin Xin appeared right in front of him, his terrifying speed and power causing a burst of red light to explode in the blink of an eye.

It was the sight of the red Longsword fiercely slashing onto the Soul Domain robe the Vermilion Bird Master was wearing.

With no time to react, or even to defend—not to mention the Vermilion Bird Master’s enormous exhaustion making him too slow to react— even at his peak, he likely couldn’t have dodged the attack.

There was no flourish, just a simple sword stroke.

Lin Xin casually drew his blade.

Boom!!

After blasting the Vermilion Bird Master away, the tip of the sword split the earth invisibly, causing wide ravines to open, bottomless and deep. That was the result of mere aftershocks, and yet such terrifying power was unleashed.

The air around instantly darkened, then quickly returned to normal as fierce winds howled.

"Space shattering...." The rest of the Yuan Jing shuddered. The Vermilion Bird Master was now smashed into a terrifyingly large pit on the ground, over a hundred meters wide, obliterating the last traces of the camp. The only thing visible was a hint of vermilion, plunging into the center of the crater like a meteor. His Soul Domain slowly dissipated, and only the Vermilion Bird Divine Seal faintly held on to its Divine Power to protect him. His spiritual power was visibly fading, indicating he had passed out.

Lin Xin reached out, and immediately, a black light shot out from the Vermilion Bird Master’s body, steadily landing in his hand.

The black, spiky object appeared in his palm.

"What’s this?"

He regarded the object with curiosity.

"Lord of All Souls! The Vermilion Bird Holy Court actually...." The remaining Yuan Jing saw what was in Lin Xin’s hands, and one by one, their faces showed fear.

Song Miao of the Void Sword Cave, even the Silver Sword Saint, couldn’t help but cry out.

"Lord of All Souls??" Lin Xin was startled, this being the first time he heard such a term.

Instinct told him that the object in his hands was extremely dangerous. After a slight hesitation, he still directly put it into his storage ring.

"Yinluo of all things, obliteration of all life."

As the words rang out, there was a clang from behind him as the Yinluo Sword suddenly unsheathed, shooting up into the sky, turning into a platinum light zipping high above.

Ying!!

A cry akin to a peacock’s shriek spread wildly.

The entire blade exploded open, turning into countless platinum specks, then condensed into a massive platinum fireball.

Shh!

A huge wing pierced through the fiery orb, formed by a peacock’s spread plumage of colorful halos. The orb exploded as the white light dissipated, revealing a giant tri-headed monster.

Bird-headed, lion-bodied, with a peacock tail!

"Triple Yinluo."

The colossal mythical creature floated above Lin Xin, and the three huge platinum bird heads of the Triple Yinluo ferociously dived toward the four Yuan Jing Elders below.

Ying!!!

Immense terrorizing sound waves instantly erupted from the Triple Yinluo’s three gaping mouths.

The world fell silent for a moment, with the enormity of the sound bringing deathly stillness. When the sound reached an extreme, terrifying level, even the mind was filled with nothing but that invasive noise; all seemed to fall silent, with nothing but a humming vibration throughout the body, unable to hear the slightest sound.

The four Yuan Jing cultivators felt just like this at the moment.

It wasn’t that they hadn’t thought of fleeing, but the overwhelming might of the three Yinluo Swords instantly locked onto their exhausted bodies.

Their escape skills were also bound by the enormous barrier, leaving no way out.

The outcome was obvious.

All stones larger than a fist on the ground were vibrating with the sound waves, breaking down into smaller rubble.

The air kept bizarrely showing large groups of complex ripples, with no regular direction, squeezing everything visible into a mad twist.

On the surface of the barrier within a radius of several miles, mysterious runes appeared, which even Lin Xin himself couldn’t figure out their purpose.

The four Yuan Jing cultivators were like swaying boats within the barrier, shakily maintaining their last breath of life.

After releasing that tremendous roar, the massive body of the three Yinluo Swords naturally dissipated.

Now, due to Lin Xin’s enhanced attributes, its power seemed much greater than the last time.

Merely the vibration of that one sound wave had made the four Yuan Jing cultivators dizzy and powerless to resist. If Lin Xin hadn’t controlled it, the inheritor of the Demon God’s brutality would have even directly used the latter half of the move, Peacock Rain, to exterminate the enemies.

And in the depths of the earth below, the land god responsible for this area was instantly wiped out, collateral damage in this unjust disaster.

Looking at the four people already stunned, Lin Xin casually slashed towards the sky.

Bloody Sword Qi burst out, a sword light more than ten meters thick shot into the clouds, then split into countless red blades in mid-air, falling like raindrops, scattering across the sky.

Now, due to his attributes, Lin Xin’s simple division of the sword light into thousands caused each thread’s power to be comparable to that of the Golden Core Realm.

Countless red sword lights fell like rain, not letting a single escaping cultivator get away, killing them all.

The army that had come to crusade the Pine Forest Sword Sect merely took a few dozen breaths before cries of agony spread everywhere.

As time passed, the wails on the ground grew scarce, and the rain of swords gradually thinned out, having swept through an area of several dozen miles around.

Life ceased to exist.

The immense Lord’s Power was pouring crazily into Lin Xin’s body, then quickly removed by the Evil Soul Orb taking away ninety percent of it, with the rest continuously being transformed by the Righteous Soul Pearl.

"Now only you guys are left."

Lin Xin looked toward the four major Yuan Jing cultivators still floating in the air opposite him, already too dizzy to put up a fight.

The Soul Domain is passable, but the physical body is too weak; this is the fatal flaw of a human race Yuan Jing cultivator.

They excel in the Soul Domain, and if their Soul Domain was overwhelmingly stronger than Lin Xin’s, then it would have been fine, but the four had strong Soul Domains, albeit with limited strength.

This led to their current, tragic defeat.

"We... never imagined that, just a mere avatar could be so..."

Zhao Yunfeng struggled to speak.

There was no response.

Casually throwing out a ball of Demonic Flame, Lin Xin let it fly out and land on the four people, instantly igniting and burning them.

The Demonic Flame of a Yuan Jing level, having broken through the Soul Domain and with no resistance, reduced the four to ashes within just a few breaths, leaving behind some random objects and artifacts.

Among them, the Plum Blossom Sect’s Flying Locust Needle and the Vermilion Bird Divine Seal, as well as the Wind-Riding Drum, were all Sixth Grade Divine Weapons.

Lin Xin’s spiritual power was terrifyingly strong at this moment, and he directly began refining the Vermilion Bird Divine Seal.

After cleaning up the aftermath, he took the Vermilion Bird Master and took off from the original place, keeping the Vermilion Bird Master just for soul searching to gain some intelligence.

He was very concerned about what the King of Sources, which Silver Sword Saint Song Miao had let slip, was.

This world was too mysterious; countless unknown beings were in the depths below the earth.

The Abyss, Evil Gods, Demon Gods, Heavenly Venerables, numerous mystical phenomena— even with his current knowledge, he dared not claim he could explain even a part.

Then there was the origin of the Jade Immortal Bow—whether there existed a Mortal Realm and Heavenly Realm corresponding to the Underworld.

One by one, questions shrouded him in confusion, and Lin Xin planned to slowly investigate the connections during the process of tracing the cause and effect with the Red Leaf Sword Master, hoping it might help unveil the true secrets of this world.

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Several days later...

A group of cultivators drawn by the tremendous roar slowly approached this land.

"The alliance of the Six Sects used to stay here temporarily, they should have left by now, maybe we could find some usable scraps."

A plainly dressed man in grey cautiously leaped over a deep pit emitting a pungent odor, while turning back to extend a hand to the girl in the green dress behind him.

"Brother, are you sure they’ve all gone?" the girl asked softly. "Something feels off here."

"It does, there’s a strong smell of blood."

Another muscular man in the group spoke in a low voice.

"Shall we just stick to the outskirts? I have a feeling that there’s something bad inside."

"What’s there to fear?" the last member, a short man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, said disdainfully. "Let me tell you, this intel is legitimately high-priced goods I bought from the Assassin’s League. The smell of blood is because the Six Sects’ army here had a fight with the Pine Forest Sword Demon a few days ago. All far-reaching surveillance methods of the Daoist Masters were blown apart by the tremendous vibrations, and since then, this area has been shrouded in an anomaly that prevents magical detection. Such a battlefield shortly after battle is where the most treasures are found. And no undead spirits or similar beings have had the chance to appear yet. It’s the safest."