Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 539 - 533 Secrets Four

Chapter 539: Chapter 533 Secrets Four

Lin Xin’s eyes hardened.

After secretly obtaining the Secret Technique, he had lifted the threat of being forced to break through the realm and directly shattered his shackles, cultivating to the unprecedented Ninth Layer of the Yuan Dou Demonic Technique.

Achieving the Body of a Demon God, this was something he had never mentioned to anyone. Yang Xuan Nu actually knew about it, showing that these old extremes were truly not to be underestimated.

"What’s going on?" he asked, his voice deep.

Yang Xuan Nu clearly understood what he was asking, yet she only smiled.

"Xiao Lingling perished years ago, her soul should have been annihilated without a chance for reincarnation. Fortunately, I discovered a remnant soul by accident and reached out to gather it..."

Lin Xin simply didn’t believe her ghost story.

Gather the remnant soul? That event from so many years ago, before he had risen to shine, and the Jade Pure Tao had begun to deploy such tactics; who would believe such words?!

Moreover, they had intentionally given this girl the exact same name, and even such a coincidence seemed overly contrived.

"It’s merely a little accident and coincidence," Yang Xuan Nu said with a slight shake of her head, "Back then, I went to the Wheel of Reincarnation Gate and happened to encounter a lingering remnant soul, constantly hovering outside reincarnation, gradually being worn away, yet still unwilling to leave. So, out of pity, I reached out to save it."

Boom!!

In an instant, a white jade-like hand thunderously landed in front of her face, less than a finger’s distance away.

The powerful gust instantly blasted the trees and the water behind the Xuan Nu high into the air, and the ground directly opened up into a huge chasm that extended to a far distance.

Lin Xin’s hand was suspended in front of her face, almost close enough to shatter her skull.

The Xuan Nu did not have an Undying Body, yet she maintained her smile, looking at him softly and peacefully.

The girl that had been behind her slowly came forward, moving to the side of Yang Xuan Nu and gradually merged into the Xuan Nu’s body.

By then, it was gradually becoming late.

Lin Xin saw that the Xuan Nu’s eyes had completely turned black and red, no pupils were visible, only swirls of distortion filled with murderous intent.

"It hurts, doesn’t it...?"

Unsure how long she stood, the Xuan Nu slowly extended her hand and grabbed Lin Xin’s palm that hovered in front of her.

"What exactly is going on!" Lin Xin’s heart was filled with rolling killing intent, growing increasingly uncontrollable.

Yang Xuan Nu continued to smile gently.

Thump!!

She was directly pressed down to the ground.

The earth around her sank silently by more than ten meters, directly forming a gigantic crater.

Lin Xin held her neck with one hand, demonic Qi surging violently around him.

The Ninth Layer of the Yuan Dou Demonic Technique, the highest peak never before achieved by anyone in the Yuan Dou Demon Sect, he had cultivated this demonic art to an unprecedented level.

His power had become even more unfathomable than when he had fought with Heavenly Cloud Taoist Honor and the Demon Venerable. No one knew by how much.

He had just acquired the secret technique and made a successful breakthrough.

But he had not expected to emerge from the Shape-shifting Cave only to encounter such a bizarre situation.

"Why don’t you resist?" Lin Xin asked, gripping the still Yang Xuan Nu, his voice cold.

Yang Xuan Nu lay back in the crater, unable to stop a mouthful of blood from spewing out. Yet, she still tenderly stroked Lin Xin’s arm.

"It hurts a lot, doesn’t it..." Her eyes shimmered with a strange, gentle pity.

It was a look Xiao Lingling had once possessed many years ago.

Boom!!

Lin Xin punched Yang Xuan Nu in the abdomen once more.

The woman was instantly filled with raging demonic Qi, clashing crazily with the innumerable Spiritual Energies of the Jade Pure Tao inside her body, causing blood to tear apart her skin’s surface again and again.

Yet she still gazed gently at Lin Xin.

"Sister allowed me to merge with that remnant soul of Xiao Lingling, so I am her, and she is me," Yang Xuan Nu whispered.

"Lingling..." Lin Xin’s eyes trembled, he grabbed her up with one hand, holding her neck, suspending her in front of himself.

A gust of wind blew past, lifting their long hair, one black, one red, with a subtly bizarre beauty.

"Perhaps I should call you the Yuan Dou Demon Lord now?" Yang Xuan Nu said calmly. Originally, Yin Xuan Nu had sent her to kill Lin Xin.

By utilizing the remnant soul of Xiao Lingling, she had hoped to make him hesitate to strike her down, and then use the prepared Hong Yuan poison, which was intended for Huang Yuerong, to kill Lin Xin.

But upon seeing this peerless demonic figure turned demon by rumor, her heart couldn’t help but soften a bit.

Up close, she felt the constant pain within Lin Xin, the root of his twisted and violent behavior.

Suddenly, Yang Xuan Nu’s heart was uncontrollably filled with pity. Although she knew it was probably the influence of Xiao Lingling’s remnant soul, she couldn’t control the emotion that kept surging out.

The Hong Yuan poison in her hand never made it to its target.

Instead, another thought rose in her heart, one that she herself found somewhat unbelievable.

"I can help you," she said, grasping Lin Xin’s hand again, her expression serious.

"Jade Pure Tao..." Lin Xin became even more furious. "You’re seeking death!!"

He grabbed Yang Xuan Nu and shot into the sky, heading straight for the Jade Pure Tao.

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Jade Pure Tao, Jinling.

In the vast expanse of silver-white palaces, countless female cultivators and maids were constantly bustling about, keeping the entire palace complex running in an orderly fashion.

Boom.

The sky suddenly became overcast with thick clouds, and numerous blood-red clouds swarmed from all directions, quickly enveloping the skies over Jinling.

A flash of black light, and a tall figure appeared out of nowhere in the sky above the palace, clutching a woman with one hand.

"Yin Luo All-encompassing, Life Extinguishing Genesis..."

Among the five magic swords he carried on his back, one rose to the sky, leaving behind a trail of white gold sword light.

With the activation curse script echoing, the sword blade suddenly trembled violently with a buzz.

Bang!

The entire sword blade exploded, turning into countless white-golden light spots, which then flew out not far and rapidly returned, enveloping the man, forming a huge sphere of flames over ten meters in size.

Hiss!

A massive wing pierced through the firelight sphere, forming a colorful halo akin to a peacock fanning its tail.

The halo exploded with a boom, completely dissipating the white sphere, and a huge three-headed monster unfolded from within.

Bird head, lion body, peacock tail!

San Yin Luo!

One of the Demon Gods from ancient times, a three-headed beast that brought drought and destruction wherever it went, known for its craving for human flesh and stones.

This legendary Demon God, summoned by Lin Xin at this moment, stretched over half of Jinling’s sky, thousands of kilometers in size, casting shade over a third of the sprawling Taoist Palace pavilions.

The ground cracked, and sparks of fire began to burn in some places.

The power of the San Yin Luo now summoned was infinitely close to the actual body of a true Demon God from ancient times.

Ying!!!

Its colossal three heads brushed past Lin Xin and, facing downward, let out a ferocious roar.

"Lin Xin! How dare you!!!"

From the palace pavilions, a burst of silver light shot upwards, blocking the roar and shooting straight towards the two of them.

"Die!!"

Lin Xin reached out and instantly countless streams of Demonic Qi converged into a giant black hand, covering the sky and pressing down towards the silver light.

The silver light, too, was formidable, with a giant Saintly Figure of a silver-sleeved woman appearing behind it, also stretching out a hand, wherein a small ancient bell rotated, exactly countering the giant black hand’s pressure.

Boom!

However, trouble arose when the Saintly Figure had only just withstood the pressure before a groan was heard from within the silver light.

The ancient bell burst apart, and the black hand smashed down mercilessly onto the pavilions.

Numerous Formation Runes lit up layer by layer in an orderly and dense fashion, exuding an ancient aura.

But in the palm of the black hand, the thousands of strands of black Demonic Qi, like countless sword blades, densely cut through the Formation below.

It only bought a few breaths’ time before a tremendous shaking was heard.

Directly in the center of the pavilions, a clear giant Palm Imprint was pressed out.

Countless cultivators who had no chance to flee were crushed into a pulp, with no remains to be found.

"Lin Xin!!!" the silver light screamed furiously as the glow faded, revealing the twisted and enraged face of Yang Xuan Nu.

"Sister, kill him!!!"

Yang Xuan Nu, being strangled by Lin Xin, turned pale.

Boom!!

Next to Lin Xin, numerous streamers of Demonic Qi, lively as creatures, flew out continuously, raining down from the sky and smashing into the ground, creating terrifyingly large pits hundreds of meters in diameter across the pavilion complex.

Countless female cultivators screamed and howled, with blood rising to the sky, and an untold number of them were slain.

Even within the palace, there were many ordinary cultivator families, maids and guards serving the palace, and trade caravans that had come to deliver food and medicinal materials.

Innumerable were the collateral victims.

The ground shook violently. Lin Xin was just floating in mid-air, his body furiously emitting infinite black qi, which, along with San Yin Luo, pressed down on the land and Yang Xuan Nu below, leaving them powerless to resist.

"No... don’t!"

A look of desperation appeared on Yang Xuan Nu’s face.

She had never imagined that even after her sister unleashed her Sacred Body, she couldn’t withstand his Demonic Qi and summoned creatures.

It was terribly reminiscent of Huang Yuerong’s past.

All across the ground, countless lives were fading away, she could feel the raging anger in Lin Xin’s heart. Pain intertwined with fury, murderous intent, and chaos, twisting into a terrifyingly destructive impulse.

Watching her familiar disciples below being continuously killed, one after another young follower she cherished being slaughtered, she couldn’t help but become frantic with urgency.

"Don’t..." Yang Xuan Nu pleaded softly.

Crack!

In an instant, everything around came to a standstill.

It was the Polar Region!

Yang Xuan Nu suddenly appeared behind Lin Xin, a Jade Pendant spinning in her palm, which she fiercely struck towards Lin Xin’s back.

Clang!

The pendant was blocked by an elbow strike from Lin Xin amidst severe tremors.

His eyes darkened, and his arms instantly split into eight, striking from eight different directions simultaneously towards Yang Xuan Nu.

Without using the Sacred Body and having reached the Ninth Layer of the Yuan Dou Demonic Technique, his mere amplification effect from the Demonic Qi had reached the level of a True Monarch.

When he struck with his own hands, the space instantly exploded with the force, revealing the densely dark Illusory Sea within.

Even within the Illusory Sea, space was warping, filled with the howling of countless streams of Demonic Qi.

Yang Xuan Nu barely blocked two arms before the remaining six struck her midsection.

With a deafening blast, the Polar Region shattered, Yang Xuan Nu spat out blood and collapsed to the ground without a trace.

She was directly beaten into retreat!

"Does the pain please you?" Lin Xin looked at Yang Xuan Nu in his grip, his eyes red and black, pressing down with one hand.

Immediately, countless streaks of Demonic Qi fell like meteors, piercing through everything in the vicinity for miles, instantly killing all living things.

Lin Xin killed without restrain, making the blood and qi below surge into the sky, with countless resentful spirits even condensing into wisps of gray fog drifting in mid-air.